This morning I stopped in at only two garage sales, but still ended up buying Emma more clothes than any one little girl could ever need. I'm so excited about everything I bought, but now I've banned myself from going to any more garage sales this year. If I hadn't done it myself, Steve would have anyway. Emma certainly does not need any more clothes. At least, that's what I'm telling myself so I won't be tempted anymore.
We suddenly have ants in our kitchen. Like, armies and armies of ants. For the last week I've been militant about keeping everything wiped down and crumb-free, yet they are still apparently enticed by something. I have washed the walls, scrubbed the floor, and even cleaned out the insides of my cabinets. Still they are here. What to do?