If You Send a Mommy to Get the Mail...
If you send a mommy to get the mail, the first thing she will do is step out the front door and notice a lovely curtain, or perhaps not so lovely curtain, of cobwebs just waiting to meet the next guest who comes to visit.
This will compel her to hurry back inside in search of a broom with which to sweep them away.
As she is hurrying to the utility closet to find the broom, she walks passes by the washing machine just in time to hear the spin cycle finish and the tub settle to still and quiet. Knowing it is her duty and fully aware that her baby’s favorite blanket is sitting wet in the just spun tub, she stops to empty the contents of the washer into the dryer.
As she is moving the items of clothing, she pulls out a Onesie that was nearly destroyed by a leaky diaper the day before. Knowing it is a gift from her mother and bears those wonderful words “Grandma Love Me” she feel compelled to make sure the mess is gone. Unfortunately she finds the stain is still there and begins to search in the cabinet for the spot treatment.
As she is looking for the spot treatment her hands accidentally brush against a particular bottle of cleaning solution that she hasn’t used in who knows how long. Yes, Windex has a purpose and she knows three months is a bit too long to put it off so she pulls it out and heads to the windows that are overly smudged from three feet down.
As she gets the paper towel in her hand and attempts to capture the drips running onto the carpet, she glances out the window and her eye is met by drooping flowers in the blazing sun just begging for a drink. She collects her strength and heads out in the blazing heat with a precious pot of water for those thirsty flowers.
As she bends down to pluck some of the wilted blooms, her hand brushes against a cobweb so carefully placed there overnight by some industrious spider. The cobweb reminds her of the ones she swept at her front door and suddenly she remembers she was supposed to get the mail.
She heads back to the mail box but our story doesn’t end there. It only keeps going for before she arrives at the mail box she trips over the empty trash cans and who knows what is in store for the rest of her day!
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