“How many times do I have to tell you to put your shoes away?” or, “How many times do have to tell you, don’t leave the door open, the dog’ll get out?”
I heard it every day, growing up. You’d think I’da learnt. But no.
Now, fifty years later, Mom’s gone and so’s the dog. With my shoes.
Prompted by the Daily Post with today’s word, Countless.
Linda G. Hill 
Very cute. I’m smiling because I heard it countless times. Haha
I know, right? š
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Hmm… I’m guilty of saying that numerous times š
Still I do š
It’s a common problem. š