That crazy daughter of mine ran around the house for hours this morning with this box on her head, on her face, in my face and everywhere else. It seems she wanted it filled up with something and wasn't going to quit bugging me until it got filled with sand or something . . .
So, first I filled it with the lavender bits that fell off this gorgeous wreath and then I added the bunch of cut lavendar to it.
You would think she'd be happy cuz I filled it, but she wasn't.
You would think she'd be happy cuz I filled it, but she wasn't.
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