Awkward Situation #198

I started a new job and the maintenance guy happens to be Native American. He has a very odd sense of humor, so when he gave me thumbs-up and said, "two chocolate thumbs up!" I wasn't too surprised. I returned the thumbs-up and said, a little sarcastically, "uhm, two white chocolate thumbs up?" He paused and looked rather angry. Then he said, "I was referring to the chocolate you gave me yesterday."

Future Fatty

My 3 year old just said, "after I finish my brownie, can I have cookies for desert?"

La Cucaracha

Once a week I take my son to an art class. We sing a song and then do a craft project related to the song. Today, my son told the teacher that he wanted to make a cockroach. I fought the urge to scream "We don't have roaches!"

Someone suggested we sing La Cucaracha. The teacher went with it, and we all made cockroaches out of paper plates, pipe cleaners, and glitter. Two hoity toity moms got upset and announced that they were making "bugs" and not cockroaches.

We made an awesome glitter incrusted cockroach with giant googly eyes.

Also, please note that we don't have roaches. I swear. The opportunistic ones that come inside if we forget to plug the drain don't count.

Yo G

This is hilaaarious! myrapname.com

I've updated my name accordingly.

Magic

My cell phone has been having a lot of problems lately. Today it started showing the battery charging icon even though I had just unplugged it. This is the best quirk it has had! I held it in what I hope was a mystical fashion, showed it to my husband, and said, "Look what happens when I focus my energy on the phone! I can make it charge!"

His response was not an amazed "you're Harry fucking Potter!" like I was hoping for. It was a skeptical "you're weird".

Sophisticated

My three-year-old caught a grasshopper and named it Frasier. Not Kipper or Caillou, but Frasier. Sometimes I get the feeling that he should be spending more time around people his own age.

Scambled Eggs

I have a chicken who has been sitting on fertilized eggs for over a week. They should hatch into fuzzy little chicks in 10 days.

This morning, in a groggy haze, I made scrambled eggs for breakfast. I remember noticing that one egg was particularly dirty, but I didn't think much of it.

Then I went outside to feed the chickens. I pulled the setting hen off her nest, removed the one blue egg (one hen always lays her egg under the setting hen) and then counted the eggs. There were only 13. One was missing!

I recounted, and searched, and realize that I most certainly ate it. I am fairly certain it wasn't developing. I candled the eggs a few days ago and a few were duds. If it wasn't, there would have been blood. Even drenched in cock sauce, I would have noticed blood. I hope. Or crunchy bits.

I won't be eating eggs again any time soon.