While cleaning my floors this morning, Mr. Intensity needed to take his morning constitution. Later I found this mess - only for him to say, "I peed a little on the floor. I was trying to clean it up."
As the title of this post suggests, perfectionism is boring - my life is so fun it's a far cry from perfect! Just look at the imperfect bread I made for the family tonight:
While we were gone for 6 weeks, this wayward corn plant decided to take root. How the heck it got there or how it's survived the dry heat, I'll never know. Mr. Intensity decided it needed a drink of water today.