- Two nights ago, when I stumbled wearily to bed, I used the last of the toilet paper in the upstairs bathroom. Because I am a loving wife, I used my lipstick to make a note on the mirror, to warn my husband of the situation: “TP BEFORE U POO.” This morning, husband I found the message neatly corrected, in a different shade of lipstick, in our eleven year old’s handwriting: “TP AFTER YOU POO.”
- Firmoo, an online eyeglass store, contacted me about reviewing a pair of their sunglasses. I accepted, received the glasses, and… we haven’t had even a little bit of sun since.
- Yesterday, D-Rock, Mr. Jen, and I made the biggest Secret Breakfast yet. Pancakes, bacon, candied bacon, chorizo breakfast burritos, chicken fried steak and gravy, hash browns, scrambled eggs, and orange juice hand-squeezed by D-Rock. And we ate it up before the kids came home from church. Behold the insanity:
- D-Rock spat in my eye.
New Buffy recap will be up tomorrow. In the meantime… TP after u poo.
“TP BEFORE U POO.” This morning, husband I found the message neatly corrected, in a different shade of lipstick, in our eleven year old's handwriting: “TP AFTER YOU POO.”
Weellll, depending on which context you're both right. You to warn your hubby to restock the TP before he poos, your 11 year old to remind your hubby to use TP after he poos.
So I'm reading this while stuck on a conference call and proceeded to erupt into snorting, hysterical laughter. Let's face it–poo never stops being funny.
No pressure, but I love you.
I seriously envy your secret breakfast.
Your first story is so cute!
Candied bacon, YUM!