Asleep at the Wheel

Almost Wordless Wednesday


This would happen to me too if I let myself put my head down at the dinner table.

I'm Hissterical

This past Thursday, May 21st, marked the one year anniversary of Pootie getting bit by a snake. In honor of her not dying, we had a special dinner to commemorate the occasion. The menu included:

Cro-Fab-ulous Cheeseburger Sandwiches
Carrot Fingers
Snakey Sewer Water (grape pop)

And for dessert we had Snake Eggs (Chewy Nerds) and Baby Cottonmouths (gummy worms).

I crack myself up.

Certain Restrictions May Apply

Glaringly absent from the Mothers Day festivities a couple weekends ago was Snick. He was too tired and didn't want to come downstairs just for ME on MOTHERS DAY which pissed Pootie off to no end (and is a prime example of why his name is Snickety).

But when everything died down and everyone was lounging around on my bed (you know, helping me relax) he came down with an obviously-just-made coupon book.

I LOVE homemade gifts the best. I honestly do. But these coupons have me convinced Snick has a very successful future as the guy who comes up with the small print at the bottom of credit card offers.

He is the kid (*cough* 4th grader!) that we were told needed tutoring in writing, as in drawing letters not composing stories. It was pretty illegible, but he read them to me. Here are the highlights.

One coupon was for "One free borrow. Anything of mine you want to borrow, but only ONE thing for. . . . . . . ONE WEEK OR LESS!!!!" He wrote and said that last part like that was one spectacular deal I was getting. I've been racking my brain but I can't come up with anything a 9 year old boy owns that I'm just dying to get my hands on. But I'll hang on to it for a few years and see what he gets for Christmas from Grandma.

Another one was a freebie coupon for anything. The "Your Choice" coupon. Disclaimer: "But not too hard." Clearly he's on to me and knows that if I were given My Choice of Anything in the Whole Entire World it would be for him to do a chore.

Even though I didn't get it or anything close to it that morning, I did receive a coupon for 1 free breakfast in bed.


It looks like the stipulation for this one is that it will only be honored if I become pregnant again. Or am on my death bed. Which is a certainty if I became pregnant again.

The last one is a coupon for "one free car wash". But that isn't as endearing it seems either. The strings attached to that one are that "it has to be on a warm day and only on the outside because the inside is too disgusting." You know because those ar MY candy wrappers, empty pop cans, toys and dirty socks back there. And cleaning it up for me would just be sending the wrong message.

:) Thanks, Snick. You made my day.

**My own disclaimer: It really was great day and I love everything they did for me (such as provide blog fodder) and gave to me (except the migraine).

Flipper

ed note: I thought maybe if I start doing Almost Wordless Wednesday posts I'll at least be blogging once a week which is more than I've done in a while. So here's my first installment. (These words don't count though. That starts right . . . . now!)

Yes, he did this on purpose. Yes he landed on his feet. No, not in the flower bed.