There are two types of people in this world. The people who put little marshmallows in fruit salad, and the people who don't.
There are two types of people in this world. The people who put little marshmallows in fruit salad, and the people who don't.
Why do I have a butter knife in my hand? Hmm, it has mayo on it, I must have been making a sandwich. But wait, why am I standing in the bathroom? Wait, I don't even have any lunch meat. And, where are my pants?
I haven't slept much lately. Is it obvious?
There is a pickle on my bed-side table. (Yeah! Go on and digest that, internets!) The baby, she likes her pickles, so she does. The other day, we went upstairs for her nap and I found clutched in her little hand, a grimy pickle. I removed it and uhm, it's still on my nightstand. Albeit a tiny, tiny bit shriveled. (Am thinking of keeping it. And naming it Ernie. Maybe I'll knit it a wee sweater.)
No drinking maple syrup from the bottle - always use a cup.
I know. I'm going to hell. God maintains a special hell for parents who confess to feeding their children cupcakes for dinner.
Laughter, orgasms, and ice-cream are the best guarantees of happiness.
Just a question...are you hungry? What have you eaten today? Did it cost you a month's salary? How does a guilt complex taste to you?
Somehow a chicken nugget found its way into my root-beer...and I drank the whole thing without noticing.
The twins have finally started holding each other's hands. The sad part is, they're doing it to help each other climb into cupboards and sneak into the cookies.
If you put your bake potato lunch down on your chair while you clean some space on your desk for it, what ever you do, don't sit down.
I use my chopsticks with as much skill as a walrus.
I'm still upset that I never had a Snoopy Snowcone Maker.
I like gummy bears, but don't you feel like we'll find out someday that they're really made of plastic and that they just sit in a ball in your stomach and you never really digest them? And that eventually we'll all give birth to an eight pound gummy baby?
Lucky for me, I'm obsessive compulsive. Or maybe obsessive impulsive. I don't have to open and close the door four times, but if I eat one of the truffles, chances are I will eat all of the truffles.
I like picking apples. In theory.
How to recognize the last day of mid-winter break: I can say things like, "Who dumped the new tub of yogurt out on the stairs?" with absolutely no emotion.
I read somewhere that it takes 3 weeks to break a habit...I'm going to give it a try. Starting tomorrow, of course. There's a piece of cheesecake calling my name right now.
I once made French toast with rye bread. Not one of my better ideas.
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