. . . is there a can of Prime Time Adhesive on my Hoosier Kitchen?
. . . are there tortilla chips on Chris' nightstand?
. . . is there a bottle of shampoo on My lil' Farmers toy farm table?
. . . is there a 5 gallon bucket with a couple of handfuls of dog food in it in my kitchen at all?
. . . did I let the kids bring home the giant check?
. . . do my kids have to be mean to me like this (I wrote my sisters address down on this board and they wrote above it "where you go when Mom gets mad")?
. . . do I always make have to make more work for myself?
but these are really cool - more later
. . . do I feel single handedly responsible for soil erosion and starvation (I sweep up a lot of food) in third world country's when I simply sweep my kitchen floor everyday?
. . . do I feel like I should have a manure spreader by the back door when I clean up the boot area?