no, not one of THOSE days.
a sighable, cryable sorta day--
with plenty of smiles mixed in.
clipped off the nose ring on the way out the door...
then stressed the whole way to court,
wondering if i had inhaled the end that was on the inside--
will it make its way into my bloodstream and end up in my heart and!!
stuff like that.
so then, when i went through the metal detector and it beeped,
i thought, oh my god!! it's the nose ring!
court was fine.
VERY interesting case tried ahead of ours.
(more in a moment)
so then to the gym and home--
arms full of shit.
cuz, let's face it, who else calls me??
and we start chatting,
the kids are asking me for candy, so i give them some while talking...
i hand something to the one i think is max, and say, "don't share with oliver, this has peanuts"
and give something else to the one i think is oliver.
i'm sure you can see where this is going.
so i'm chatting away, and OLIVER holds up the Snickers, with a bite out of it,
"mom, does this have peanuts?"
impatiently, i answer, "no!"
then i see the wrapper.
he freaks and starts spitting the stuff into my hand,
i drop the phone.
we rinse his mouth,
and 6 hours later, no sign of a problem.
I know there are a FEW other problems out there that could use a cure...
but seriously, people.
do you know how fucking scary/annoying that is???
i spent a while trying to get a different nose ring in.
i am so uncoordinated...
i couldn't do it.
don't mock me.
oh yeah, so a few minutes ago, the doorbell rings.
husband says, "oh...that's _____ _____...he's bringing over treats..."
oh, and did i mention i was sitting at the table, in plain view of the front door,
wearing the shirt from today's picture??
hi...how are ya? do ya like my nips? thanks for the fudge.
i hate my husband sometimes.
but only for about 3 seconds at a time, so i don't think it counts.
merrrrrrrry fucking christmas.