I emerged from the laundry room to hear Sofia yell, "Mom, the boys!" which is never a good thing. She's my little watchdog. So I go three steps to the kitchen, and see the boys crouched over this:
A nearly full bag of Cheetos. I hate Cheetos. Now more than ever.
So as I mentioned, there was a good and bad side to this scenario. The good side is that I know for a fact the floor is Lysol clean. This means I will put those nasty pieces of faux cheese crunchies back in their bag where my husband will no-doubt unwittingly eat them. These are tough financial times, and that bag costs 4.99 plus tax. And I don't have to feel guilty, because the floor is actually cleaner than my counter tops right now.
Ah, yes. But the bad side. Since I will not be throwing the Cheetos away, I cannot use the broom and dustpan to remove them from my was-clean floor. So my other option looks like this:
Ugh. Did I mention my distaste for Cheetos? And to top it all off, does my son look the least bit repentant? Seriously. Is he flipping me off??
6 comments:
Isn't that Murphy's law or something! Just like when you wash your car it rains. Hope you guys make it to the park tomorrow.
You could always bring the tasty snack to Game Night. I guess there are pros to having OCD after all!
Ahh...the story of my life. I have decided that mopping floors (and a clean house for that matter) is completely over-rated!
hehe that is hilarious! sorry! You should get a dust pan and broom for such occasions. I believe that is a pinky flipping off (is that like veggie swearing?)
You could use a puppy just for such occasions.
Oh, no!!
Eles também adoram Cheetos????
Isso é um mal internacional!!!!!!!
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