Frustration Is...

Frustration is mopping the entire floor with what you THOUGHT was a cup of spilled water, only to realize it was cranberry juice.  That was yesterday...the floor is STILL sticky.  Time to mop.  Again.  For the fourth time.

Lent

Spent 40 days and 40 nights abstaining from junk and I gotta say...chips that are folded up on themselves are the only chips worth eating.  If I was a millionaire-esse and had millionaire-esse money, I'd market "Folded Up On Themselves!!!" potato chips.  Mmmmm.  They'd come in sour cream and onion, too.  Grunt.

Poo Poo Platter

My life in a nutshell...just had to clean mouse poop off of my pretty, pretty crystal, Easter platter.  Seriously.

Mystery Stain

Mommy, there's wetness on my bed.  It's like...in the shape of a circle.  Smells like pee.  But I didn't did it...can I have a poptart for breakfast?  (Genny, age 4.)

I Burned My Tongue

I burned my tongue on gravy.  But it's GRAVY, and somehow that makes it all okay.