Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Couch Food


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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