So did you remember to pack their lunches? And what are you making them for dinner tonight?
I think you should stay off-line and focus on those little people when they get home.*strolls in confidently*
*checks list*
*marks off "send kids to school on friday"*
Are you sure it was the dishwasher?i loaded the dishwasher and turned it on. *grin* it's running right now!!!!
Better yet, did you check to make sure the cat wasn't in there?Did you remember the soap?
hi ToT
My daughter just pointed to a picture of Randy Jackson and said "Papa".
I really hope she doesn't tell Mr. Cella.
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*calls Cray’s house about suspicious looking spots on little Crays*
^this.the only crayette at the time was mere months old so i figured that mrs. cray would forego the trip that year because the child was breast feeding, etc. etc. etc.
Come on, this is too much to read. What do you think this is, a writing forum?you all are very funny but i have this in the bag! i’m on auto-pilot here people! things are just coming to me instinctively! *unloads dishwasher* it’s like i’ve been training for this all my life. *puts on pants* srsly! i’m a natural.
*sigh*
i’m not fooling anyone, am i? mrs. cray has been secretly training me for many many years without my knowledge. gah!! diabolitcal women.
oh cripes, i just remembered something…
it just occurred to me that this really has been going on for a long long time. you see, mrs. cray has been doing this girls weekend thing for a very long time. very long. but it wasn’t until about 10 years ago that it was complicated a bit by yanno, kids. human kids.
here’s what she did to me those many years ago. girls weekend was scheduled to take place in march. the only crayette at the time was mere months old so i figured that mrs. cray would forego the trip that year because the child was breast feeding, etc. etc. etc.
i was wrong. so very wrong.
the trip destination was planned for nyc that year. i remember it like it was yesterday because i thought all of my filthy dreams were about to come true when mrs. cray said to me, “you are coming on girls weekend this year.”
i couldn’t believe my luck! i was going to yanno,…yanno with all of mrs cray’s hawt friends. like totally yanno, yanno? *dies and goes to heaven* every man’s dream!
well, things didn’t exactly pan out like they did in my perverted daydreams.
mrs. cray et al stayed on the top floor in the presidential sweet (of an extremely posh nyc hotel) with an amazing view and all the amenities you can imagine. the room was as big as a house.
she got me a room 12 floors below them with no window. the room measured about 12x12ft.
and that’s where i stayed for 4 days. i took care of the baby in that 12x12 cell around the clock. mrs cray would stop by my room on occasion when her boobs were full.
gah! how could i have been so stoopid. don’t answer that. and now look at me!??? a shadow of a man.
*sigh*
the only thing that saved me that trip was that march madness was in full swing. i watched hoops non-stop for 4 days.