Warning: This is a post about boogies.

I have one clear memory of my mom washing the walls in my room; she was cleaning boogies off the wall that someone had wiped there. She was screaming and gagging and getting really angry at whoever had done the deed. I did share a room with my sister, so we can't be sure who the offender was. Now I only cleaned my room once a year (before Christmas) and my mom only deep cleaned....well...this may be my only memory of that. So let's just say that those boogies may have been there for a long, long time.

I think my mom would be proud that I can learn from her mistakes:

A certain someone has begun to wipe boogies on the wall.

In our house, as was true in my house of origin, eating boogies is an absolute don't-ever-do-it-grossest thing. I can understand the dilemma. You are lying in bed picking your nose, you get a boogie that is too wet to flick, you don't want to get up and get a tissue...so what you gonna do? Wipe it on the wall, obviously.

It seems the root of the problem is the initial picking of the nose in bed. I know some people are taught to only pick their nose in the bathroom. Is this the direction we are going in? Maybe...

Meanwhile, Hyrum will just spend every couple days washing the wall in his bedroom. It looks so fun that Audrey chooses to help. No gagging involved!

Back to life, back to reality

I just got back from girl's camp. The camp director and I have been preparing like mad women for the last 3 months. We thought of most everything. It was a success.

And now it's over. I don't know what to do with all this free time I'll have now. :)
Or maybe I should say: I just don't know how I ever found all the time to prepare for camp.

I'll enjoy the weekend; I'll get back to laundry, cooking, and cleaning on Monday.