Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
Friday, July 15, 2005
The Milk Dud...
It seems as though Kelsie dropped three Milk Duds down my shirt yesterday afternoon andI didn't feel it. So, between driving to the airport and going to the mall, they melted and stuck to my waistband of my shorts. Oh, it gets better, the chocolate bleed through my light blue shirt so it looked like doo-doo. Yeah, yeah, lovely. I thought I leaned on gum or something at first. It was so gross and sticky....but alas, later when I pulled a clump off the inside of my shirt, I knew it was a Milk Dud. Kelsie didn't admit to it right away, but while we were waiting for a movie she spilled the beans to her Mom, which I overheard. I threatened revenge, Deanna was laughing so hard she had tears coming from her eyes.....lol.
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