So do I really need to tell people the things that explode out of my face? Sometimes I don’t say anything, when something should be said. I like to see the uncomfortable faces. It isn’t as if I even look like there is a possibility being a stripper is my career, unless it was in […]
It just began spewing jelly beans.
They were skipping across the countertops like Mexican jumping beans and then hitting the hard floor and rolling and bouncing everywhere.
I am now cursing it and my amazing friends that bought it.
Ok, so the weird genes may be all me. Let’s hope the kids get the “smart doctor” genes from my husband and “grammar” genes, OH…and the “hard teeth” genes from him as well.