Or pots in the fireplace? Modern day equivalent?
This is really a twist on the ol' fern in the fireplace trick and I kinda like it...Alright, I really don't have a choice BUT to like it. Turns out, new eyeballs aren't the cheapest body part you can purchase, so my spring decorating budget has really taken a hit.
So has my spring grocery shopping...
A loose bat.
Rabid? No, Rabbits? Yes.
My eyes are swell. Thanks for asking. (You didn't?) I had my band-aid contacts removed THREE DAYS EARLY because gluing freshly lasered eyeballs to a computer screen, seems to speed the recovery process. I should be compensated for that discovery. Yep, I've been released to pick my boogers ("very carefully", I was listening J.R.) and that's a good thing because they were building up and those eye boogers can be real boogers to deal with. Boogers.
And I've been told
Like how I disguised yet another post about my eyeballs (post # 4 to be exact) as a home decorating post? I know what hooks you people.
Are you still wondering what on earth possessed me to put empty pots in the fireplace and a shovel on the wall and then BLOG about it? Let me just say that the ludicrousness does not end there, but I should let you in on it in small doses so that you can build up your immune system.
Consider this post your daily inoculation.
J.R. the COA is now one of my facebook friends...apparently he'll let anyone on there.
FULL DISCLOSURE HERE:
I haven't been to the grocery store in FOREVER. (You might be surprised how long you can milk a 30 second surgery.) BUT, because I thought it would be HIL-LARIOUS (and financially necessary) to show a pic of my kids with a case of Ramen noodles, I hopped right in the car and headed to our little grocery store. (Don't tell Cow I'm capable.) I mean right in the car...I did not bathe, brush my teeth, comb my hair or remove a single eye booger and I went dressed like this...
Beefing up my editing skills... I looked much, much better in the untouched version.
No matter, it's not like it's spring break or anything....I mean the store will be EMPTY right?
Poor Little Sprout didn't even get shoes, here she is with her breakfast in a baggie. BUT, it was freshly baked, home-made bread...straight from my (Pippi's) kitchen.
And this is Alex. Sweet, lovely, precious Alex.
I put mine in a cart to keep her from getting grocery store feet...so that 'bout evens us up.
(Yes, I just posted a whole nuther post in my post post, oops I think you've been over-vaccinated.)