|Dr. Zaius's youngest son, aka the Disappointment.|
We're all business today. Or kind of business. Then again, I almost named this post "Monday Debriefing," until I looked up what debriefing actually is, and, as it turns out, that word does not mean anywhere close to what I thought it meant, so don't listen to me and keep living your lives.
First, I'd like to call today's meeting to order and get everyone up to speed on the snake situation.
Husband: Did you pick up the snake today?
I'll let you guys draw your own conclusions, but let's just say the "I haven't picked up a snake in 2014" bumper sticker I just ordered is going to look fantastic on the horrifically cracked bumper of the van.
This weekend was the twins' last Sunday school class before summer starts. The closing ceremonies were very cute, but, due to Doc punching me in the face, I had to make an exit right at the end and hide in the bathroom. Upon returning...
Teacher: You should've seen what Sundance did right at the end.
Me: What was that?
Teacher: She asked the man with the guitar to play "This Little Light of Mine" and then performed it for the class and all the parents.
Me: Well, it's like I always say, if you're going to miss the formative and important moments of your child's life, make sure all the other parent's have a front row seat.
And lastly, I'd like to congratulate our April caption contest winner!
Look out, Elizabeth Catalano, you've got a banana-yellow beauty headed your way. To be clear, I'm sending you a copy of At Least My Belly Hides My Cankles, and not an actual banana. Fruit ships so poorly and I really don't want to be known as the blogger who sends fruit as prizes.
Not to mention, I'd become the laughing stock of the literary community. "Harper Lee never sent edible arrangements." Yada, yada, yada.
Just send your info to firstname.lastname@example.org and I'll get you hooked up. Thanks for playing...:)
Ok, I've got kids crawling in cabinets and cold coffee to finish.
Until Next Time, Readers!