I didn't clean under my couch the entire time I was pregnant, because I sure as hell wasn't going to get down on the floor with only a 50% chance of ever getting up again.
Here's a photographic play-by-play:
|The view from the floor. Try not to look too closely at how filthy my leather couch is, also. Looks like it's time to buy some leather wipes.|
|These are all the balls that were under my couch. The dog is to blame.|
|And back to square one.|
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