Ok, so it may be time I actually cleaned the house up a
little bit seeing as how my son pulled an entire Papa John’s appetizer out of
the couch.
“Mom, can I eat a breadstick?”
“We don’t have any breadsticks.”
“Yes, we do.”
He is looking at me from the couch wielding a breadstick
like a saber.
“Where did you get that from?”
“The couch”
“No, you cannot eat that!”
“Why?”
“Because we don’t eat food that we find in the couch.”
These are words that should never, ever come out of anyone’s
mouth…ever. I think even for a hoarder, this might
be that eye-opening experience were they realize what filth they live in and
change their ways. “I never
realized how bad things had got until I found the breadstick in the couch…”
Looking on the bright side, at least I know that if anything ever happens to me they can survive for a couple of days foraging for food in the upholstered wilderness of our living room.
On that note, who wants to come over for dinner? I think I may have a nice meatloaf in
the laundry hamper.
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