Lest you think my ego become bloated by my sweet logically fallacious manipulation of small children, I give you my kitchen desk:
Luckily for my poor ego which is constantly kept in check by the messy state of my house, Mel at The Yoder's Three has tagged me for the above award. I find it very ironic considering my Dali Duds, but I thank her and will now list three things I value and three things I don't value, since six of each just might do me in.
Sleep. Oh Sleep, how do I love thee, let me count the ways. Since you left me my life has not been the same. Someday I hope you will come back to me and we will live together in bliss and harmony with calm-tempered joy.
My Husband. I especially love his resemblance to Colin Firth and his big poofy hairs on top of his head. And all that letting-me-stay-home-with-the-kids and blog and quilt stuff counts for something, too.
Quilting. I commented on my imaginary friend's blog the other day that my dream house would be made of high quality quilting fabric that magically wove more of itself so I could cut more whenever I wanted. There would also be a magic diaper changing room. And it would clean itself magically.
I do not value:
Grammatical Unorthodoxy (I will not point out that the name of this award is one of those things that drive me Krazy. Oops.)
Oil Dependence and Consumption. I miss our electric car. We hope to have a new motor soon.
Adultery. I could rant angrily about this one for a long time, and I frequently have to stop myself from going on mad blogging tirades about its evils. I'm stopping myself at this very moment. You can thank me later for deleting those fifteen paragraphs.
I award / tag (if they desire to participate):
The Childless Housewife
Verbosity by Har
and Anyone Else Who is Kreativ!