It was only yesterday morning that I organized the crayon box according to their hues. There above in the photo is my proof. By the way, isn't he a cutie patootie, the Huband?
The crayon box is one of the few things I've organized in the past few weeks. Maybe the only thing indoors. Tsk, tsk.
Last night, I put the opened box of crayons on the couch beside me and whaddayaknow many of them tumbled out of the box and between the cushions. I was able to find almost all of them.
Yeah, the crayon box is already out of sorts. Such is to be expected, and that's okay.
The cool thing about this box of crayons is it's from the 1980s, maybe earlier. We found it in one of the Husband's parents' boxes, which we're slowly opening after nearly 14 years in storage. I doubt I would've gone out and bought crayons otherwise. It's a holiday of gifts whenever we look inside the boxes.
Joy, joy, joy!