I made the grossest dinner tonight. It was disturbingly horrid. I had to eat in the other room so I could gag it down and then yell to the kids, "Eat your dinner! It's good! Just plug your nose first, or something."
I'm not even going to tell you what was in it (so don't ask, I will never tell). Just know that I totally made it up with the ingredients we had in our pantry and the idea of it sounded edible enough when I was putting it together. But sometimes things work out way better in my head than they do in real life.
I think that's going to be my life motto.
Here, you can even pin it on pinterest:
(Is it lame to pin your own pictures on your own pinterest board? Because I'M TOTALLY GOING TO.)
To change the subject -to something possibly grosser- there's a continuing debate that goes on in our house that has recently surfaced due to the now potty trained Monkey. The debate is about rump wiping, and if it's better to fold or wad the toilet paper.
Personally, I wad. Folding TP is completely unnecessary. Who wants to take the time to fold something that has the sole purpose of wiping feces? Really, who? MY HUSBAND.
Husband is resolute on the toilet paper folding thing. Although his reasoning is well beyond the comprehension of sane people.
And while we're on the subject, Husband will also take his towel off the hook, every morning, and fold it just so he can shower, then UNfold the towel and dry off with it. And yet there are constantly baskets of unfolded laundry just hanging around that he refuses to touch.
MEN MAKE NO SENSE.
And we're only talking about FOLDING. I'm not even going into the other 5,243,877,283,992.31 reasons that men are weird.
Speaking of men that make no sense, Cereal is doing much better today. He hasn't fallen all day or anything.
Our secret?
We sprayed water on him.
Seriously.
I gotta say, if I had known all along that his ugly praying mantis body just needed moister, I would have made a practice of spitting on him daily. Husband says we should just use the spray bottle, but like I previously mentioned, HE'S WEIRD.
I'm not even going to tell you what was in it (so don't ask, I will never tell). Just know that I totally made it up with the ingredients we had in our pantry and the idea of it sounded edible enough when I was putting it together. But sometimes things work out way better in my head than they do in real life.
I think that's going to be my life motto.
Here, you can even pin it on pinterest:
To change the subject -to something possibly grosser- there's a continuing debate that goes on in our house that has recently surfaced due to the now potty trained Monkey. The debate is about rump wiping, and if it's better to fold or wad the toilet paper.
Personally, I wad. Folding TP is completely unnecessary. Who wants to take the time to fold something that has the sole purpose of wiping feces? Really, who? MY HUSBAND.
Husband is resolute on the toilet paper folding thing. Although his reasoning is well beyond the comprehension of sane people.
And while we're on the subject, Husband will also take his towel off the hook, every morning, and fold it just so he can shower, then UNfold the towel and dry off with it. And yet there are constantly baskets of unfolded laundry just hanging around that he refuses to touch.
MEN MAKE NO SENSE.
And we're only talking about FOLDING. I'm not even going into the other 5,243,877,283,992.31 reasons that men are weird.
Speaking of men that make no sense, Cereal is doing much better today. He hasn't fallen all day or anything.
Our secret?
We sprayed water on him.
Seriously.
I gotta say, if I had known all along that his ugly praying mantis body just needed moister, I would have made a practice of spitting on him daily. Husband says we should just use the spray bottle, but like I previously mentioned, HE'S WEIRD.
Comments
No. Just no.
WADDING. Yes.
B- WADDING?! You've got to be kidding me. Can a wiping tactic BE more subject to problems? You've got potential gaps in paper at every turn. Folding is the right way. The ONLY way.
Also, I sorta must know what you made for dinner!!
And I get you on the 'men are weird' thing. My spouse can't stand to sleep in a messy bedroom BUT he will totally sleep in a messy bed. I can deal with a laundry-filled corner, it's my butt hanging out of the short-sheeted covers I can't take! They're weird alright!