Ok heres my laugh for the day . . .
Nothing, and I mean nothing, is sacred in a house with 5 teens in it. Parents dont have possessions, only the use of them until a quick handed teen walks by. You can give up on ever seeing the likes of scissors, fingernail clippers, tape and chapstick; no matter how many you buy, they are instantly sucked into the teen black hole.
Last night I was at the feed store picking up some oyster shell for my darling chicken children who actually appreciate me, when on the counter I spied, and couldnt resist buying, chicken poop chapstick. No theres no chicken poop in it, thats just the catchy name for this all natural, actually pretty nice, chapstick.
So this morning I was driving my two beauty queen teens to school when one of them spotted my new chapstick in the console and snatched it up. I saw her quietly read the largely labeled chicken poop chapstick and silently with a look of horror pass it off to her sister who then with equal horror and silence placed it back in the console. I was smiling to myself as I realized that they thought my chicken craziness had taken me right over the edge, and that my chapstick was now safe forevermore!
You gotta love the people who came up with that concept; now I wonder what they could do for scissors . . . lol!!!
Nothing, and I mean nothing, is sacred in a house with 5 teens in it. Parents dont have possessions, only the use of them until a quick handed teen walks by. You can give up on ever seeing the likes of scissors, fingernail clippers, tape and chapstick; no matter how many you buy, they are instantly sucked into the teen black hole.
Last night I was at the feed store picking up some oyster shell for my darling chicken children who actually appreciate me, when on the counter I spied, and couldnt resist buying, chicken poop chapstick. No theres no chicken poop in it, thats just the catchy name for this all natural, actually pretty nice, chapstick.
So this morning I was driving my two beauty queen teens to school when one of them spotted my new chapstick in the console and snatched it up. I saw her quietly read the largely labeled chicken poop chapstick and silently with a look of horror pass it off to her sister who then with equal horror and silence placed it back in the console. I was smiling to myself as I realized that they thought my chicken craziness had taken me right over the edge, and that my chapstick was now safe forevermore!
You gotta love the people who came up with that concept; now I wonder what they could do for scissors . . . lol!!!