"I see London, I see France... I see eyeballs and underpants"
WARNING!!!
This post is not for the faint at heart! (or the weak-stomached)
So proceed at your own risk....
But I must share. Must must must.
There are two things that I despise in this world and both of them were left for me this morning.
Number One.
Eyeballs. I despise eyeballs. Not the ones that are in living things, just ones that are out of their sockets and sitting on my porch. That's right. There was an actual eyeball staring up at me through my kitchen door this morning. It was clearly left by "Me-Oh-DeMiles" after his morning snack, and I believe (from the tufts of fur left behind) that the previous owner was a rabbit. And you must see it to believe it.... but before you take a look, you also must start singing to yourself "It always feels like... some body's watchin' me" and it makes for a great affect.
Dun Dun Duuuuuuhhhh!!!! I know, right??And yet, for reasons unknown to myself, I cannot stop looking at it. I just can't stop. I will go look a thousand times today simply because I have to.
"Me-Oh-DeMurderer" after his heavy snack. But with such a full tummy, one must always have a nap!
Number 2.
(And most shocking of all, really) was left by "Me-Oh-DeMatt" and I think it speaks for itself.
Yes, my friends. That is in fact, the dirty clothes basket that those dirty clothes are sitting in front of. Shocking, I know. And believe me, I can't stop looking at this either. The only thing that makes this OK, is that I love that man. So because of my undying love for him, I will pick up his clothes. And because of his undying love for me, he will pick up the eyeball.
And that shall be a good trade.
Peace, Love and all that Jazz
10 comments:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! Cats and their critters. Unbelievable. And yet, I think I need to relook at the eye again. SEE you later. Bwa, ha, ha, ha...
I totally gave up that the dirty clothes will ACTUALLY make it into the hamper. It's okay. okay. Breathe.
Eewwwee!
I do not know a woman who can't sympathize with the clothes, however, you are much more graceful about your response. Some of us would attack our husbands in the shower!
On another note. Last night, when we arrived Wilson said "HEY! Why are you here?", and grinned a sheepish, sweet, I want to pinch those cheeks right off of your cute little face, grin. And I could not believe how much he has grown since I met you guys!
Abbey, THIS is HILARIOUS!!! We have 3 hampers in our bathroom - one for towels, one for whites, and one for colors. WAY to complicated for a certain someone at our house. So he dumps all of the clothes on the bed in the guest room next to the bathroom. That way I get to carry them in and sort them out. I guess he figures I can count it as part of my walking for the day.
One day I will have enough of a vocabulary to comment on this. Until then EEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!
Thais is the sickest thing I have ever seen. The eyeball was gross too btw.
Yeah, seriously, I couldn't look at the eyeball...I mean I've alrady been sitting here cleaning up after a vomiting child, but now I'm going to have to vomit myself. FO Real...Child vomiting on me did not make we want to vomit, but picture of bunny eyeball did!
And MEN! I have the same problem...unfortunetly I have nothing to trade.
Ok-that is a little creepy, I kept looking at it thinking, "surely that thing is fake", but Jerry said, "oh no that thing is real"!
yuck...and that is why we dont have pets! Besides I think I have enough to clean up, since I just finished cleaning up painted footprints all over my kitchen floor in about sizes toddler 9 and 6 1/2.
Oh so gross. I sure do love the trade though.
That is really sick yet I can't stop looking at it.
wow! I can't even imagine. that's why I don't like cats.. well except for the fact that they kill rats, but they must bring them to you! yuk!
oh the pictures i could take of clothes related to my husband.. its universal!
Oh Abbey - Thank you for the perfect illustration for my sermon this weekend (the eye--not the undies--though I will have to try to work Matt's undies into a sermon sometime--there was that one time in the locker room after Wal Mart . . .).
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