So, I've been home for a week now. I think. It's been kind of fuzzy - you know, the whole jet-lagged, where am I, what time is it, who are you and why are you speaking English, thing. It's been fun.
But, I'm coming out of it now, and so I decided to celebrate. And, in true celebratory fashion, I went shopping! Now, don't get too excited, I bought cleaning supplies and groceries. Yeah, the house has only been inhabited by boys since I left. It needs...work. To say the least.
Anyway, so back to the celebration. Shopping was followed by putting the groceries away. Mop in the cupboard, Bleach under the sink, Food in the fridge. At which point (I guess because the celebration was a tad boring and I needed something to liven it up), I stabbed myself in the eye with the bag of Shredded Cheese. Kraft Shredded Colby and Jack, to be precise. I know this because I got a REAL close look at it.
Then, to top it off, as I was wiping the tears streaming down my cheeks, I managed to stab myself yet again with a piece of Puffs Plus Lotion.
Boy, do I know how to celebrate, or what?
The Queen has talent, I tell you what! Don't you know you're supposed to sit in the parlor and eat bread and honey?
ReplyDeleteAs always, it COULD have been worse, beeee-cause...
ReplyDelete(big breath)
"When the MOON hits your eye, like-a big peetza pie, la, lala, la...."
Yeah, it coulda been a lot worse...
You coulda been mooned!!