Have you ever seen the commercial with a little man standing on top of a boardroom table yelling, "There are three ways we can do this. My way, my way, or my way. Do I make myself clear?" My kids love this, and the absolute funniest thing is the world is Aidan's impersonation with his little voice shouting, "My way, my way, or my way. Do I get myself done?!?!"
Swanky the chop.
And now he says, "Do you get myself clear?!!?!"
Also, that person in the store today who dropped two small bottles of apple juice, one of which burst opened and spilled (spilt?) everywhere, that was me. I'd like to place the blame on whoever put those juices in the way of what I was getting. I'm pretty sure I overheard some employee in the refrigerator complaining about me, but it totes wasn't my fault and for the record I put the one that didn't burst open back on the shelf. What more could I do? I highly doubt the woman working the cheese section cared and/or had the resources to clean it up.
Who wants to hear about how much I want to work out, but haven't been, or my experience buying this shoe when the salesman explained that because of the different way you have to run you want to start slowly "like just start off with a half mile" and Eric burst out laughing or the fact that I still want to move to Colorado but I don't want to leave the people here? Or how very, very, very, very tired I am? Anyone? Anyone? Oh wait, how about this small crack in the skin by my thumb that just won't heal?
I'm sorry to do this to you, but some second graders find this hysterical. Well, I apologized.
Last chance - does anyone want to hear about the woman who came to my work to sharpen 50 pencils?
