So, my old pantry door:
I couldn't part with it. I just couldn't.
The Daddy-o suggested trading it with a different door. "How about the bathroom?" He said.
Silly Daddy. A chalkboard, inside a bathroom?
Wait a second. . . this is pure genius. PURE GENIUS.
Note: trading a door by oneself, whilst trying to break a swearing habit is not recommended.
But do you see the beauty of this? I can now leave my family and guests secret messages, only to be seen, door closed, by the potty-sitter.
What am I suggesting? Read on.
If only I could really write this well.
The possibilities are endless.