Hey! Guess who was here this weekend!

Refer to this post to find out how big of a handful Loreta Mae will be for the next few days...

Friday's Feast!

Appetizer

Name a color you find soothing.

Red

Soup

Using 20 or less words, describe your first driving experience.

I honestly don't remember. It musta been bad.

Salad

What material is your favorite item of clothing made out of?

Leather. Rowr! Just kidding. Cotton.

Main Course

Who is a great singer or musician who, if they were to come to your town for a concert, you would spend the night outside waiting for tickets to see?

No one. I hate crowds. Oh, you're forcing me to chose?

The Bee Gees.

Or Andy Gibb

Those Gibb boys were sumpin' else!

Dessert

What is the most frequent letter of the alphabet in your whole name (first, middle, maiden, last, etc.)?

E. I have 5 E's!

WIP

In my quest for declutteration...declutterization...whatever, I have now moved on to the fridge. My last effort was the girls' room and I just can't seem to move forward. I need something that I can see immediate results. The girls' room will just have to wait until I get more self-esteem.

At first glance, it's not so bad.





But let's take a closer look, shall we?


Here we have evidence of the Great Bacon Bits Calamity of '07


The GBBC of '07 was similar to the Catastrophic Shredded Cheddar Incident of '07, but confined to the shelves only. The Cheddar reached nooks and crannies that, up until then, were unknown to man. I left the site intact for further investigtion. It's now a cold case. ba-dum-bum
Here we have the freezer.

A closer look reveals that wine bottles will explode in the freezer if you forget you put them there 'cuz you want your wine cold asap. That mess was overwhelming and you will notice I made an attempt to clean it, but crapped out chose to wait for a later date to finish the job.

So there you have it. I'll update as I progress in this endeavor. Peace out!

Wordless Wednesday

"Teaching Porn/ Grammar" or "Why I wish more adults were around during the day"

Loree: Mom, what's a twosome?

Me: It's two somethings. A pair of shoes is a twosome.

Loree: So me and Chelsey are a twosome.

Me: It's Chelsey and me not me and Chelsey. If it sounds like you are calling someone mean, it's incorrect. And yes, Chelsey and you make a twosome.

Loree: What about me, Chelsey and Abby?

Me: It's Chelsey, Abby and me. And, well, that makes a... *cringe* threesome.

pause

Loree: Ok.

Loree goes outside...

A few minutes later

Loree: Mooooom! I want Chelsey to come out with me and Abby and she won't!

Me: She's busy. She'll come out when she's done.

Loree: Guh! Fine. We'll have to have a threesome later.

*cringe*