- I have a page where I list some of the blogs I like. If they have a blog button, I post it there. The other day I checked the page and imagine my surprise when I saw that the Coffeeshop's cute little button had suddenly morphed into..... this.
Yikes. It was HUGE and right in the middle of my link list. What else could I do but take a screenshot to preserve the freaky beast with the ram skull head. Then I deleted it as quickly as possible.
- I knew it was time to buy toothpaste when I saw the toothpaste container had been slit from top to bottom so the last remaining drops in the tube could be scraped onto Jarrod's toothbrush. Alas, I do not have a picture of this. I meant to get one, but my husband threw it away before I could. Did you hear me? The one time I needed him to leave something, he cleaned up after himself.
- I have the number for my local Papa Murphy's memorized. It's kind of sad actually.
- One time when I was in highschool, a boy told me I wrinkle my nose when I laugh. I imagined he meant in a cute, Anne of Green Gables sort of way. I now know it is actually more of a klingon-type nose wrinkling. Sort of like this face my offspring makes:
- My kid gets out of school at 3:30. Guess what time I leave to pick him up?
- Twice each week we get a gallon of raw milk from a farmer friend. Last weekend, Jarrod opened the fridge door and for some reason the whole container came tumbling out and ker-PLOOSHED all over my kitchen floor. After crying over the spilled milk for a moment, and maybe saying a bad word or two, we mopped up the floor with several bathroom towels. My washer was already running so I threw the towels into the hamper. Then I forgot about them. Can you see where this is headed? Three Days Later I walked into the laundry room and almost fell over as I hit a wall of stink that could kill a cat. Seriously, it was horrible. What was even worse was when I started pulling the towels of death from the hamper, it was HOT down there. Like really hot. Was a chemical reaction happening in my laundry hamper? Were the towels in danger of spontaneously combusting? I really think I saved us from the nuclear meltdown that was brewing in there. Note to self: sanitize towels on the two-hour cycle and never, EVER leave raw-milk-soaked fabric sitting where it can compost. That's just nasty.
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