I'm in hell.
My kids think the Mystery Mobile is fricking awesome and thank you very much Tom and Jerry for introducing my kids to the phrase, "Come here little pussy, pussy, pussy." Now they are chasing the baby around calling her a little pussy. They think its frigging hysterical and I'm less than impressed.
(And I know what the p-word is going to do with the search engines. Every frigging wack-job is going to come her looking for some action and boy will they be sorely disappointed. I don't care, I'm that worn out.)
I got so desperate to get out of the house that when we ran out of popcorn, I schlepped them all up to Target and I bought a popcorn maker because my kids eat popcorn like Jerry eats cheese.
All the frigging time.
And since I bought the popcorn popper I had to buy the popcorn, and because I bought the popcorn I had to buy the seasonings, and because we had the seasonings, we had to have something to put the popcorn in.
And that is how it came to pass that I have about three million pictures like this:
|I can't show you the first few pics---I burnt my arm on the |
steam, dropped my phone, cussed a few good ones and
now I have pics of the ceiling....
|Don't let the pic fool you--there was |
And now I have to go up to Target to get more popcorn because my mice ran out of cheese and in a house full of mice, a girl can never run out of cheese.
On the upside, I finally beat Alex at Monopoly. It was the worst example of social skills ever. For both of us.
I may, or may not, have said something along the lines of, "BOO-YA! Sweet Jesus I did it! Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. I did it, I did it, I well and truly did it."
And I may, or may not, have done a victory dance, or three, around the basement.
I will never tell.