Have you tried to call? Only getting my voice mail? Well, could be because I had to fish my damn phone out of a big ol' glass of ice water. Yes, the little devil (Ethan) has taken to dropping things in my ice water. This time it was something a little pricier then a pair of plastic barrettes. So, guess what that means....Clint gets a new phone. I figure he should get the new one and I will take his old one. I can't have anything nice. You should see the remote. The original remote for the television also went for a little swim. We had to move on to a universal remote, which luckily I had up in the closet. Then my "special" guy, broke the back of it off so now we have the ever incredible duct tape holding it together. Ahhhhhhh....we are so high class.
I was considering a new layout, a new title, well just an overall new feel to my blog. I mean some things have changed since I first started recording my thoughts and feelings of the going ons in my everyday life. Well, I am no longer taking Paxil and well, crap.....I think that is it. I thought the poop was really no longer an issue as well until this week. Someone decided that an oopsie poopsie was not something they might share with their mother. You know the lady who does the laundry. I was blessed with the joy, upon removing clean clothes form the laundry, an overwhelming smell of shit. Yep, SHIT!!!! I had almost all the clothes in the dryer and noticed a wad, a ball, a massive roll of poop. Apparently someone had pooped enough in their underwear and then just snuck it into the dirty laundry. GROSS!!!! I mean really?!?!?!? You don't think you might have at least given me a heads up so that I could pre-clean the undies. Man, boys are so gross!
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