Today I'm here for twelve hours.
Twelve.Freaking.Hours.
And I almost burned down the house this morning. I won't know for sure that we're in the clear until I get a call from Jeremiah saying that it's still standing. So anyway, after I gingerly set my (dead to me) hair dryer (Fire Starter, I named it.) on the front yard rocks, thinking that if the sparks kept flying a fire outside the house would be better than inside the house, I had to grab/make lunch. With damp hair.
So I grabbed last night's leftover taco meat (lean turkey) from the fridge and some mini-flour tortillas.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Spicy food while wearing restrictive undies (so I can look pretty)?
No. Not good.
I hope everyone else is having a less gassy day. Because really? Not good.
Who wants to share the whoopsy-est thing they've done this week? Probably no one but me. But, HELLO. If I can/will over-share, then you all can, too.
It doesn't have a lot of trees, animals, or any big lakes, but it does have its perks. Sunshine every day and a daily forecast of warm or hot. This has two benefits. One, getting dressed is a snap. Two, every day is sandal day! Arizona isn't perfect, but it is where we are currently calling home. We are just two youngsters from the Midwest, trying to survive in the desert. And this is our story.
2 comments:
If I'm gassy @ work I just blame it on the patients. I'm sure you could just pretend it was one of your scholars who let one! I'm not sure what to do when you're having the parent teacher conferences though?
I LOVE this! Blame it on the patients! Hahahaha!
Post a Comment