M I L K

Milk. That’s the word of the day. Gila Man has said it about 600 times in the past 2 days because I forgot to buy it and then WE forgot to buy it and we had to tell Mr. B that we were out of milk.

M I L K

Except that Gila Man doesn’t say “milk”. He says “melk”. Like “melt” but with a “k” on the end. It’s ok that he ldrinks out of the carton, that he puts the dishes in the sink without rinsing them, that he wears his clothes for DAYS on end before he feels that those clothes have earned a spot in the dirty clothes hamper. Actually, these things bug me too, though I can deal with them. I do deal with them. But the “melk” thing, man, that’s just going TOO far!

Just thought I’d vent a little. Thanks.

Ok, not really at all. This lady is awesome and the song is HILARIOUS so I just thought I’d share it with all my faithful readers and Moms out there. HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!

PS - Mom, I feel like I talk like this to Mr. B aaaaaalllllll daaaaayy looooong.

WordPress wouldn’t let me put the video on my site, so there’s the link.

A new supermarket opened near my house. It has an automatic
water mister to keep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on,
you hear the sound of distant thunder and the smell of fresh rain.

When you pass the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and you
experience the scent of fresh mown hay.

In the meat department there is the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks with onions.

When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle,
and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.

The bread department features the tantalizing smell of fresh baked bread & cookies.

I don’t buy toilet paper there any more.

Here are the belated pics from the fair.

What’s up with the crack-head snowflakes on my blog? Where did they come from? I shore didn’t pick them…this is a conspiricy…I’ll get to the bottom of this…but first I’m gonna go to bed.