Right now, A.P. is cleaning the kitchen and hacking. I mean hardcore, really loud, annoying (and disgusting) throat clearing/hacking. It's been going on for over twenty minutes. It started in the living room, and now he's in the kitchen, and I can STILL hear it loud and clear.
Living with boys is sometimes so gross...
...Here's something that's not:
How awesome are these clockbooks? I have a ton of vintage books decorating our living room, and A.P. had to finally lay his foot down and say no more book decorating. Would one more really be so bad, though? Especially when they look like this?
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