Last week, before a sombre gathering of the press, the Un-Mom announced the demise of Random Tuesday. A horrified world reeled at the news and demanded answers, but much like the press conferences held by Japanese government officials in their fancy jumpsuits, Keely's answers were misleading and questionable at best. Lacking guidance of any kind, the faithful were cast out alone into the darkness. What are we going to do on Tuesdays?
What would John Locke do? Kill something with one of his knife and then smile in his 'I-know-something-that-you-don't-know' or maybe 'I'm-just-thinking-how-funny-it-would-be-to-murder-you' kinda way, but that's just not practicle in this situation. Instead I've decided to dedicate this whole week to Random Tuesday and our benefactor, Keely for creating and hosting RTT all these... however long has she been doing this. And sure, she only said hiatus, but I'm one to blow just about anything out of proportion so why should this be any different? So here we go, day one. Random Monday.
Ever wonder what the inside of a sting ray looks like?
Liam's sitting on the potty the other night, carefully picking his nose and wiping it on a single sheet of toilet paper. Then he drops it in the toilet and says, "look daddy, it's a booger raft!"
Conversation with Finn after having to hide his smooshed up peas and squash with his smooshed up berry dessert and thereby diffusing his apoplectic fury
Me: Singin' a different tune now, aren't we?
Me: Fruit whore
Notice that line above his left eyebrow that kind of looks like hair but is more red in the way your skin gets when your head gets wedged in between a chest and a railing and your dad has to come and actually move the chest because when he tries to pick you up your head won't move because it is literally STUCK? Ya, that's not hair.
I should close this with some segue to tomorrow's post, but all I can think of are Pringles and the fact that that can behind Finn is gone now. *sniffle*