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July 21, 2010


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PS It occurred to me after I posted this that the podliness might not be evident to people who don't know my husband: he is the anti-list guy. I am the one who loves to make lists that start out (1) Make list, and he is the one who shakes his head at my OCD tendencies. It's as if he said, "I am really jonesing for a steaming bowl of mustard greens." Some husbands might say that. Not mine.

Personally I would make the list and wait to phone the FBI for about 48 hours. I mean, the pod people went to all that trouble, and who knows how hard it will be to dislodge them, you might as well take a breather and enjoy the experience.

I'm with Jody -- these pod people have something going for them. Use them to your advantage for as long as possible. Who knows, maybe one will invade one of your boys and suddenly he'll be asking if he could do a few loads of laundry for you. Maybe he'll even pair the socks!

If that's the case, please let me know and I'll send you my address. You can encourage them to stop here next.

Oh my goodness. This provided exactly the silly laugh I desperately needed. (Continued by the comments, I might add.)

Just roll with it . . . at least you'll get your honey do list done! :D

I'm still laughing about "cloaca." Haven't heard that word since eighth grade science class.

The FBI is here, sitting right next to me...
he awaits your call!

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