Now that a few days have passed and I haven’t been punted from the Boerner family, a true confession…
- I felt the need to iron my shirt. I rarely iron and I am slow. While I ironed I worked on a blog that percolated in my head. This added a few minutes to my routine.
- While ironing, Lucy and Annabelle slopped around like pigs in their own back yard mud run, returning with muck up to their collars. I washed eight nasty paws/legs to save the furniture. This seemed unavoidable and added a few more minutes to my routine.
- I had a complete underwear meltdown. This panty debacle was the true pre-funeral time waster.
I haven’t had a decent pair of panties since Mammaw Tate died… – Staci Tate Sandquist