Max and Ruby, the cartoon bunnies, need CPS intervention. And they all just go around ignoring the problem. Grandma doesn't live there, the parents seem to be non-existent, and they are THREE and SEVEN!!!! C'mon, let's have an intervention before someone gets hurt.
My husband wanted to eat at a local chicken house with K, F, and C in the name tonight. I said I would rather not because their gravy seems to taste weird, like ladybugs. Hubby says "I've never licked a ladybug!" Well, neither have I, but one flew into my mouth and it is a taste you don't forget.
Static electricity should be illegal!
Although I would like to blog about what a chickenshit I am when it comes to confrontation or possible scenarios where I should be able to tell people things that aren't necessarily what they want to hear, I think it best to just not. But know that I will take a trip in a handbasket (not one of those fancy Longberger baskets either, some cheap Dollar Tree crap with Chinese lead paint) when it is time to take my journey.
5 years ago
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Urg -- not sure I'll ever be able to enjoy KFC's mashed taters 'n' gravy again....
Trying to turn this into a positive. Ok, maybe I *like* the taste of ladybugs? (I just hate having them in our domiciles. Ick.)
Hey, forgive yourself already. For the trip in the handbasket, you shall have lots and lots of fabulous company. Let's think of it as that road trip we never had time to take. ;-)
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