Monday, August 25, 2008

Moose Musings

Here are silly annoying things that keep the hamster from calling it quits at night.


Yep... Cups.

Any cup without a lid or sippy attachment would drive me to drink if alcohol didn't make my face resemble that of a puffer fish.

My son is 2 1/2 and can use a fork better than George Hamilton uses self-tanner.
He can run faster than a crowd fleeing a Jessica Simpson concert and climb higher than the Snoop Dogg after a three-day bender.

Yet how is it that I can't get him to drink out of a cup without dumping it down the front of him, or drink out of a straw without deciding it serves a better purpose as a chew toy?


Yep... Laundry is the bane of my existence.

I swear it breeds at night. I swear the socks all line up like little soldiers and decide who will sacrifice themselves in the dryer for the sake of all laundry piles everywhere.

I believe that if I did not do laundry everyday that it would eventually smother me in my sleep.



Forget weapons development by the government. Just find a way to bottle up the stench that my husband and son's feet emit after a day of shoe wearing and we'll have one of the deadliest weapons known to man.
I swear I've seen flies just up and kill themselves versus coming near a pair of my husband's socks.

He once lovingly forgot his gym clothes in the car for two weeks. When he delivered them to me I thought for sure they'd taken on a life of their own. I swear that gym bag smelled worse than a monkey's butt after an all-day rotten banana binge.

That's just wrong.....


Anonymous said...

I can always counton you for a good laugh!

Sygnet Creations said...

Oh how I love your blog =)

We have the stinky feet over this way too. Hubby rarely walks around without shoes because i just can't stand it.. I don't know how they can get so bad with daily showers

TwoSeasideBabes said...

No Moose...YOU'RE so wrong! But I love it. I can always count on a smile on my face after reading your blog!

And what is up with those darn sippy cups? Those seem to breed in my truck how laundry breeds in your home. Who knew I even had 21 sippy cups (and why were they all in the truck?) said...

HEHEHEHEH..What else is there to say?