Eight minutes. I was upstairs for eight minutes.
I hope you have a great weekend. Be sure to come back on Monday when I will share with you a really embarrassing but true story which illustrates just one way in which depression haunts my life.
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It just kills me how much he looks like tu hermano. They're so cute, they didn't get in trouble right? Unless they threw some over the railing. Then maybe.
ReplyDeleteYou didn't need those eggs anyway, right?
You've had quite the couple-a-days. HUGS! ;)
Look at those 'I didn't do it' faces!
ReplyDeleteHahahaha, I love your blog! THAT is hilarious!!!
ReplyDelete8 minutes too long
ReplyDeleteQ obviously had nothing to do with that. I'm SURE of it.
ReplyDeleteyou shove all the shells back in the box and take them back to costco. "uh, i'm not sure but these eggs are all broken? !? it's so weird....can i have my money back?"
ReplyDeletethey'll do it. hahahahah.
that picture is awesome.
looks like they had fun.
ReplyDeletedefinitely blog worthy.
Well, they were probably just trying to be nice and fix breakfast. :>) I feel for you. I know only too well that feeling.
ReplyDeleteThey were just helping. Right?
ReplyDeleteTheir faces are hilarious.
ReplyDeleteAs are the broken eggs.
Oh my! I am dying! Just glad it didn't happen to me :)
ReplyDeleteBeen there! Once I went to the bathroom and upon my return I was greeted by a bag of flour, evenly spread all over my carpet. No picture that time, too mad. I wish I would've now.
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