Now that I have your attention (grin)… Sorry, I couldn’t resist. This post was originally written in 2007, I think, but I still find it humorous, so I thought I’d share it with you here today.
Seriously, though, do you spit or swallow your toothpaste when you brush your teeth? My son swallows the toothpaste and it just grosses me out.
Couple nights ago (now a couple of years ago, actually–about five years ago), I asked my baby to bring me a popsicle, fudgesicle, even, and he did and I opened it and said, “Huh, they forgot to put a stick in this one. Can you bring me another one?”
He did. I opened it. No stick.
Another one? Still no stick.
Now, I’d had two of these fudgesicles prior to the sticks disappearing and they both had sticks.
I’m thinking this must be a government conspiracy or something, coming in to our house in the middle of the night to remove popsicle sticks from my fudgecicles so that I slowly go insane.
So RT (Ryan, but no one but me calls him that any more) and I were talking about how the popsicle sticks could have possibly disappeared and we had no clue. We were totally stumped. It took my son, my (then) 13 year old bratty son (who is now 18 and still just as bratty as ever!), to come in and say, “Remember the other day when the fridge got unplugged?’
“Well, what if…”
OMFG, I can’t believe that two near genuises (me and Ryan, come on, you know we’re geniuses, right? No sarcasm, right?)… couldn’t figure out that the fridge had been unplugged while the box of fudgesicles were sitting stick end up. As the fudgesicle melted, the sticks slowly slipped down, and then when the fridge was plugged back in, the fudgesicles refroze around the now moved sticks.
Rocket science there people.
Still, we don’t know how the fridge got unplugged. Perhaps THAT is the government conspiracy. They don’t mess with the sticks, but instead, sneak into the house in the middle of the night and unplug my fridge.
Oh, well, we have two of them (fridges, that is). They just had to pick the one with the fudgesicles in it, didn’t they? No, they couldn’t do the one with the beer or anything. It had to have been a man, protect the beer, kill the fudge. Definitely a male conspiracy.
Somehow, this story was a lot funnier when it was happening than it is sharing it here with you guys.
Humm… anyone, in the comments, spit or swallow?
Have a fantastic day!
Love and stuff,