Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Time for a Game

Thanks for the love yesterday, ladies. Really. And I hope you all do know how comical I actually find my own chaos. I will probably not have to resort to stiff drinks or actual therapy. Just wretching up a bit of "word vomit" (I said it, Heather!), seems to have done the trick. The half of the ridiculousness that is not caused by my children's antics is caused almost entirely by my own. And sometimes I do get a little mucked up in the cruddy bits, but mostly I just roll with it.

Oh, and speaking of children's antics. Anybody know what this is?

Yup. "M is for Marshmallow."

And for "MOSTLY, I don't think she ate any glue."


Melissa Crowe said...

I mean, really, can you blame her?

nicola@which name? said...

LOL it looked like a microscopic view of the latest disease to hit your household.
man you haven't caught a break. word barf all you want!

ps. will get to your email today at some point. time to close the computer!

Feather said...

man, i don't know what sounds more appetizing...

word vomit?
stale, fingered by 20 5 year-olds, gluey marshmallows.

it's a tie.

Amber said...

Ooh. Oooh. I know. Looks very similar to the glass pane of my fireplace when my inquisitive 3-yr-old decided to "roast" marshmallows by smashing them up against our gas fireplace. Now we have globs quite like those, only they are now very crystallized and brown. ugh.