So I was tidying up our room and picked up some dirty clothes and put them down the laundry chute (don’t laundry chutes rawk?).
Hunky: Whatcha doin’?
Me: Putting my dirty clothes down the chute.
Hunkster: *rolls eyes* See, I was just wondering because I wasn’t sure. I’m not sure I’ve seen you do that before.
Moi: I think I actually just heard your eyes rolling back in your head. Be careful; those’ll snap right off on ya.
Hunkalicious: I thought you were the deaf chick?
Myself: I still have some treble. It was so high, only dogs and I can hear it.
And now… da weather.
We’ve had two snow days in a row, and my boys are driving me a little batty.
Actually… they could have been much worse. They played in the ice for quite a while, read books, made new hotwheels track set up, and all four of us watched a movie together. Today I did bribe them with Wendy’s for lunch if they’d clean their rooms. They tried; but there was a very real possibility that they could’ve actually starved to death before the job was done. It’s nothing a Crime Scene cleanup van and a Hazmat team couldn’t take care of. But then there may be also the added expense of a garbage truck rental.
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. And shake it all about.