Tuesday, November 11, 2008

on the trail.

Either a rat is rampantly roaming our house, or my instincts suggest that the sinks full of underwear are responsible for the small specks that continue to magically appear.

I always knew that having 3 girls in the house would mean running out of toilet paper. Quickly. But an entire roll in one day? An entire roll in one sitting? Almost.

And I've stopped smelling what I find. It's never chocolate. It's never been chocolate.

It will never be chocolate.

3 comments:

Sherry Carpet said...

i think it every time i read your posts, but i don't always say it:

you are so funny i think i just peed a little.

Amy said...

Ahhhh, Jackie. I'll bring you some chocolate.

Jacks said...

Thanks to you both. SC - that is the nicest compliment EVER!