I could blog about politics, but everyone blogs about that. Republicans suck. Democrats suck. The Tea Party sucks. All political candidates suck. Their spouses/significant others/nanny's suck. In fact, the entire continent of North America sucks. Well, not all of it. The subject sucks. There, that's better.
|Cressy rediscovering the water for summer.|
On the way back we saw this:
|You ain't nothing but a bubba, crying all the time.|
Then I got home and I lost my car keys. This was the straw that broke the fat woman's back. I pretty much lost my mind. The keys are in the house but they're missing in action. I strip searched the entire kitchen. I went through the garbage. (the can in the kitchen and the two outside cans. None of it smelled or felt good.) I grilled my daughter. ("Did you touch the keys?" "No, Mommy, I did not touch the keys." "Are you sure you didn't touch the keys?" "Yes, Mommy, I'm sure. Can I have my skunk plush now?") I called up HIM and ranted, trying to find a way to blame him. The missing keys are his fault, of course. After a good cry and determination that the keys have disappeared into the great black hole into which all socks and earring-backs go, I started checked how much it was going to cost me for a replacement frickin' key for the Ford. The quotes disturbed me. I think it actually made me cry harder. Cressy brought me a box of Kleenex and patted my arm.
So with that, I'm going to search for the keys again. It turns out that it costs bucks for the replacement key which is so special it has a microchip in it. Maybe someone could put a GPS chip in it. Next time.