So, I’m sitting here in my underwear (I was just starting to get dressed after taking a shower when I thought of something I wanted to tell Chuck, so I decided to send him a quick e-mail before I forgot and then I got distracted by Facebook IM because one of my favorite people was on), and BigHugs walks in and says, “Ew, Mom, that’s gross. You need to get some clothes on.” And I thought, “She’s right, I really do need to get some clothes on”, but I was still chatting. And then BigHugs asks if she can have some chocolate teddy grahams and I thought, “Sure, why not? It’s 9:45 am and you haven’t had breakfast yet—go for it.” So I told her yes and she went downstairs to get the teddy grahams and a bowl for me to pour them into. Then, of course, the teddy grahams were just sitting here on the desk, so I help myself because, hey, I haven’t had breakfast yet either, and before I know it, they are all gone and I’m shaking out the bottom of the box into my hand so I can finish off every last dismembered teddy graham appendage. And now my underwear is littered with the carnage of my teddy graham massacre.
Hey, I’m gonna eat you two! Another one bites the dust-ah!
Happy Thursday to ye!