Trying to decide if that is poop or chocolate smeared on my brand new towels? Smell test is the only way to know for sure. Whew, chocolate.
Squished giganticor the bug with nothing except butt wad. This is not sufficient weaponry for squishing a bug that has eyes so big I can see it’s pupils. Shiver and squeal!
Snuck a dark chocolate square from the brand new box, it was covered with crystallized sugar, yummers, so I popped it into my mouth when no one is looking. Quickly discover it was NOT crystallized sugar it was SALT. Gag. A ton of salt. Big chunks of crunchy salt. Gag. Gag. No wonder the damn things were on sale.
I politely swallowed down warm sushi at the dinner party, that I didn’t want to go to anyway, cause there was simply no where else to put it. Ick to warmish fish. I just know I’m gonna see that again.
Sat next to a sweet little old man at the optometrists office. Sweet little old man had massive B.O. issue. UG. Doesn’t someone love him enough to tell him he is a bit smelly?
Apparently I have developed a new super power.
The super power of the dry heave.
Thanks to all who vote for me the Gagging Suburban SuperMama this week.
Top Mommy Blogs reset their numbers again! Mwah!