Tuesday, June 9, 2009
My new cutting boards. I love them even if they make me feel cocky and sophisticated. So cocky and sophisticated that I sliced off the tip of my finger. Oh yeah! That's sophisticated.
The phone rang on Saturday morning. Here is how the conversation went.
Mrs. R this is Officer Whatever from the Harris County Police Guild. We are in the midst of vehicle safety month and would like your support in our campaign against drunk driving. We would love to send you a packet of materials that you can give away or display.
Me: That sounds like a really terrific program and I would be happy to participate. If you want to send me the packet I will display it but if you are requesting donations I have to tell you I don't.....hello....hello.....hello.
Heard in the Target bathroom:
small girl: Mommy you have chocolate poop.
mom: Honey, we don't need to talk about that.
small girl: but mommy it looks like chocolate. Your poop is chocolate.
mom: shhhh...that's enough.
small girl: I hate chocolate.
If your college age son plans to go to med school do not count on him to fix the finger that you just attempted to cut off. He sucks at it. His bedside manor resembles that of Dr. House. And the bottle of wine you just consumed is not helping with the pain; which means ice is so not going to help. FYI everybody!
I've decided since I'm injured JR & the Boy should do everything around here. So what if JR has to fly to Ft. Worth tomorrow and the Boy is studying for his medical exams. They should succumb to all my needs. Who's with me?
For more Random Thoughts Tuesday hi-jinks go over to Keely's place. She sometimes hangs out over here.