I still love her

I couldn't resist a gratuitous pet picture. This is Latte, the feral cat. She's sweet, if you don't pick her up. If you pick her up, she'll slash you.

We start every summer by cleaning the boys' rooms. They give me all the dirty laundry that has been tucked behind a dresser or stuffed in the back of the closet. While I take a few days to make sure everything they own is clean, they clean the rest of their rooms. Then, we go through all the clothes and get rid of things and put back what they decide to keep.

I've been piling the clean clothes on the dining room table and chairs. They are now "clean" in the sense of "as clean as clothes can be that have been slept on by a cat."