to what extent will my son ignore that smell?

i'm inspired by and linking up with this week's prompt from the sunday creative:

extent 

definition…noun; 1. The range or space over which something extends 2. The point or degree to which something extends

yes, yes, this is a blog about my art... but i've been whining lately about how i have so little time for that part of me. so, in response to this week's prompt, and with a nod to the wit of one of my favorite bloggers who has recently shared one of her clever solutions to no clean underwear...
i bring you:


















the miasma emanating from one of the bedrooms overpowers the enticing aroma of sauteed garlic...
and no one wants to eat :(
...to what extent will my son ignore that smell? and what is the furthest extent of that fetor?
your turn...
you know it's time to do laundry when ________________.

teenage boys rock

my sons left this morning for two weeks... they're spending time with my mom and dad. i'll miss them bunches and at the same time, i'm looking forward to personal time :)

first thing : wash all the laundry under their beds, hiding in the closet, and every sheet, pillowcase, blanket i can find. then i start straightening their shelves a bit, just a tidy-up sort of thing. as i was shuffling a stack of papers in my 15-year-old's room so they were square, the sketch on the top sheet caught my eye.

i gave it more than a peek, i devoured it! what a great smile i had... now i really miss them.

hmmmm... should i check out their website? let me know if you look into it :)