Me : Katherine, what would you like for lunch? K: I would liiiiiiiiiiike, um, I would like slimy macaroni with stinky cheese. And some chicken. The kind that’s dead without feathers. Right. Because we usually give her the live kind and let her use the quills to pick her teeth?
Category: household humour
More along the line of laundry
John and I had an interesting email exchange over the course of the day. Deleting the personal and irrelevant stuff, it went more or less like this: Me: Day’s going okay so far. K and I are both still alive. Could you make arrangements to swap stuff with the Barretts for Saturday? John: Right. Will…
Laundry lesson, for the domestically challenged
For the education of certain parties who reside in this house. Please take careful note of the following common errors: The appropriate placement for discarded vestments and other articles of clothing is within said hamper. Also please note that leather belts, diapers, money and pocket knives should be removed from the clothing before the latter…
Proud of her father
While down at Exploits, the outhouse was a focale subject of conversation. In fact, it was something of a meetingplace for some, as it’s a two-seater. Often one of the kids would bustle in on an adult (or invite the adult to join them) without any hestitation (on the kid’s part). This “togetherness” seemed to…
Marital Advisory Notice: laundry
Attention men: A tissue left in one’s pocket and run through the washing machine makes an unholy mess. The results of an unused disposable diaper similarly stowed are beyond description. And yes, it means you’re in trouble, dear. Three words: saturated dessicant pellets.
Raising the Bar Strength & Conditioning 