I am beginning to think that I could never bear to even visit Texas. Even a stopover at the airport would be too much.
Why will my son only eat raisins (the golden kind only, mind you) unless I call them "kitty treats?"
Just finished reading Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. Absolutely. Hysterical. I haven't laughed that hard at a book in a very long time.
For the first time in my life, today I cleaned another human being's poop off the floor. At least it landed on tile. It's the little things you are thankful for sometimes.
I wish I had the time to wash my car like I used to when I was younger. My car was spotless inside and out, I would go in between the air conditioning vents with a Q-tip, for goodness sakes. Needless to say, that is no longer the case.
I did, however, recently utilize a Q-tip to clean the toys I won on Ebay. Is it too much to ask that they be cleaned? Something about someone else's dirt freaks me out.
When I was doing research into hotels for my parent's upcoming anniversary, I found this hotel, where their private villas can run from three grand a night and up. I then found myself thinking that if you can afford something like that, you have way too much money on your hands.
I have named my doves (they are mine because they refuse to leave my patio) Cheeky, Squeaky, Leaky and Poopie. And its good because I can call any one of them Poopie and it will fit.
Entirely too many references to the word poop were made in this post.