You know that feeling when you take the bedsheets out in morning to throw them in the wash because it really was time and then go about your day just to come back late at night, freaking exhausted and looking forward to a refreshing night sleep, then suddenly remembering you never got around to making the bed? I hate it.
And don’t get me started when it happens two days in a row.
- Members of the Rhode Island Basque Club gathered for ‘Txitxiburduntzi’ 2013
- Rediscovering Anne Frank