This afternoon, after choir practice, I came home to fix dinner. In the bathroom I found:
1. A 5inch long clump of blond hair.
2. A match on the ground.
3. A 3/4 empty bottle of eye make-up remover.
Does anyone else wonder what their husbands are doing when things like this happen?!
By the way, Bill posted "Einstein's Riddle" on his blog. Apparently I'm a genious. Like I didn't know that already, duh! Check it out at www.billthegreat.blogspot.com
8 comments:
HeeHee. I just read that first line again...and the answer is "NO! I did not fix dinner in the bathroom!" Who do you think I am Cramer?!
That's way funny and maddening all at the same time. And btw, I JUST found Bill's blog like two days ago when you made a comment while logged into his account. How fun :)
We might have to limit our kids playdates...LOL
Ahh, yes, I often wonder too what they do while we are gone. Either my kids are well behaved, or dad does a good job covering it up. I think I am going to go with the latter.
So, the only one with blond hair would be Tasha....and you right after you were telling the story of the good choices she made! Dad's can't be trusted.
I have no idea what you are talking about. It doesn't sound good, though.
BTW where have you decided to move beside Colorado? NM seriously isn't bad. Tell Bill that ESPN is online.
That's interesting! I guess that's what to come in furture...
Thanks for the potty training tips! Read any good books lately?
Amanda, I guess you don't understand 'cuz your son doesn't climb onto the toilet get out the matches and scissors and whatever else he can find and cut his own hair. Or maybe you just don't understand that I'm a genious. AND Bill has explained to me that he is finished "thinking about moving" and that it was fun to think about and that he is staying right here in Tempe.
Pies, I read The City of Ember and The People of Sparks. They go together, Juv. Fic., quick read, very interesting. But now I need a funny book.
Helena, if you leave me here, all alone, I will seriously hunt you down and tickle you do death while giving you an overdose of hot fudge! Really hot chocolate! AND I MEAN IT!anybodywantapeanut?
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