I got this from Kelli at There is no place like home. The directions are to post the first sentence of your first blog post of each month. ~January~ Trying not to cry over spilled milk, or spilled urine as the case may be. ~February~ I have had some pretty interesting conversations with my kids...
So it’s about that time again. A lot of people say that taking down their Christmas decorations is depressing. But not for me. In fact, nothing is more depressing to me than seeing Christmas after New Years Day. It’s almost as bad as the Valentines display I saw in A.C. Moore the week before Christmas....
I was half asleep in the front seat of our family van, halfway home from Christmas With The Inlaws, when we got a call on our cell phone. I wiped the drool off my chin and picked up the phone with a groggy "hello". It was my sister-in-law, informing us that amid the hubbub saying...
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I can’t say that I don’t identify with this post. (blush)
LOL! this cracked me up! I needed that!
Oh I can relate!
Sounds like something I would have done….lol.
roflol! You crack me up, chicka. 😉
You are a riot. That’s all I’LL say.
Ha! One man’s trash…! Happy to hear of your “uneventful” Christmas healthwise! Best wishes for a similarly dull New Year 🙂
Now THAT’S a girl after my own heart. Although I have to ask…why were the cookies in the trash in the first place? That’s now where cookies go. Cookies go in here (me pointing to my open mouth).
I meant that’s NOT where cookies go. Stupid fast typing.