Why is it that when Supreme Leader gives me a shopping list of more than two items I will inevitably have to call her to remind me what the hell I was sent out for in the first place yet 30+ years on I have no problems recalling this list?
I went along with Liam's class to the pumpkin patch yesterday. Gale force winds, rain like icy daggers, thigh deep mud and twenty-two five year olds who've picked pumpkins far too big for them to carry. Good times. Good times.
"Who cleans up the pineapple juice spilt on my floor?" Never liked Sponge Bob.
Not random enough?
If Roger Moore carrying a light sabre isn't random enough for you then I'm sorry, I can't help you. Maybe The Un-Mom can.