At approximately 1:30 p.m. I found the missing puzzle piece – the letter Q. It somehow got under the couch – on top of a t.v. tray and was hiding when I looked there last week. I did a happy dance when I found it…Andrew was not as excited as I was. I hate missing pieces to anything….it’s my obsessive compulsive nature.
Now I can rest comfortably tonight.
The duck that was shot and stuck in a refrigerator for two days and lived – flat lined in surgery and is now okay again!
That is one lucky duck….her name is Perky. I think they got some kind of Pet Sematary (yes, that is King’s correct spelling) thing going on down there in God’s waiting room, Florida.
My mom is like that – she has been dying for twenty years now. She is sick, miserable, mean and not a nice person on top of being mentally ill….I keep saying “GO TO THE LIGHT!” I guess we’ll start calling her Perky.
Now Andrew’s new thing is “I want a dry one”. Waffle, pancake, chicken nugget, noodle, mashed potatoes….everything he says needs to be dry? Where does he get this stuff? And worse yet, here I am patting dry a damn chicken nugget and wiping down a french fry. Grammy, Emmy, Golden Globe — there needs to be some award show for this….
And the Silver Diaper award goes to: “Andrew’s Mom for blow drying a spaghetti noodle.”
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