Post these move-past-regret questions in every room of your house when your goal is to declutter!
Stuff happens that makes us feel like we got the salt kicked out of us.
“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco,” wrote Mark Twain.
I am surprised but forgiving (as I suppress a desire to either laugh or be offended) when anybody suggests I’m only in it for the money.
The petite, muddy handprints of raccoons splayed over the outdoor cushions, reminding me there must have been quite a (wildlife) party last night.
Removing the only means of egress to a teen’s bedroom is the sort of move guaranteed to ruin a parent-child relationship.
“Oh, yeah. I know that kitty. She comes and gets snacks from me in the morning…”