If you ever cannot sleep at night and are thinking about saying “give me one of those” when your husband is dosing himself some Ny.quil. Don’t do it.
Just don’t.
Two parents in a cold medicine induced haze when the kids wake up many hours before it should actually be morning may lead to a steak sauce/salad dressing/anything else in the fridge-that-you-forgot-to-lock-closed-before-bedtime fiesta at your kitchen table.
This photo does not capture the potpourri of oranges, cheese and salami shredded and stuffed into baggies on the floor… I was told that was my breakfast.
Want a coke? I’m sure it was not shaken.
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