Because somehow it became the TimeOut Chair. Somedays it's never used. But somedays, it gets more than one visitor. It's supposed to be a spot to think about what you've done and feel sorry.
But sometimes there's no remorse... just giggles.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
TimeOut Chair
When I moved into our new house, the very first thing I bought was a new, fun chair. I love it. The kids...not so much.
Because somehow it became the TimeOut Chair. Somedays it's never used. But somedays, it gets more than one visitor. It's supposed to be a spot to think about what you've done and feel sorry.
But sometimes there's no remorse... just giggles.
Because somehow it became the TimeOut Chair. Somedays it's never used. But somedays, it gets more than one visitor. It's supposed to be a spot to think about what you've done and feel sorry.
But sometimes there's no remorse... just giggles.
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