idle hands are the devil's playground

So we started the day with the intent to clean... everything. Do the laundry, clean the bathroom, vacuum... the works.

So we started with striping the bed and rotating the mattress... which of course intrigued Pushkin's inquiring mind... →

We got part of the brass head board polished... it was frickin' hard work... →

So we took a break from the heavy fumes that permeated our studio for lunch in the Quad... →

...visited the First National Bank of Audrey →

(When she was here and we played in the Quad, she deposited her coins from her purse here.)

...and made a new friend ↓

But the fumes might have been getting to us a bit... ↓

Becky, that's you on the phone... and Doug being excited about your interview... →

So while Beka went to get Saran Wrap, Doug made pizza dough for our dinner...

Apparently Eva got in the way...

When Beka walked in the door, all she heard was, "uh-oh, Mommy's home."