Projectile Pepsi

It's been a very bizzarre month here at work. We first of all have days/weeks were one of us, I won't say who is in a really really bad crabby mood, to complete change of being giddy and just down right obnoxious. He tells me he even annoys himself sometimes. What on earth does that mean? How do you think the rest of us feel then?

Anyway yesterday the phone rang, and the man on the other end asked to speak with Dr. Renee Ascher's husband. Oh, ok, so it's a referal. (Dr. Renee Ascher is my chiropractor, and Tim's wife.) So I put the gentleman on hold, and turned towards Tim's office where Gene is standing talking to him. Gene stepped out of the way and I said, "Tim, it's so-and-so wanting to talk to Dr. Renee Ascher's husband." After the announcement, I picked up my can of Pepsi, and took a big swallow. Before it was down, Gene said, "Oh, I can take that call. I was the Best Man!" His comment made me laugh so hard, the Pepsi came flying out of my nose! Somehow all of it landed on both of my shoulders and in my eyes. Don't ask me how, it just did. I was wearing a spring green smock top with white embroidery on it and a pair of white pants. Yes, white pants. Not a drop of the booger infested soda landed on my nice white pants. Thank the Lord! That would not have been fun getting brown soda out of bright white pants. That was my laugh of the day. Gene laughed at me because of my predicament. So he had a good laugh too.

Last night I spent a majority of the night doing laundry. I had 5 baskets full, and I figured if we were doing the gardens tomorrow, I wouldn't be doing the laundry at all. So at 10 p.m. I was standing by our bed folding the 3 large baskets of wash, mostly towels, sheets and kid's clothes. I finished about 10:30 and was dead tired. I tried staying up to talk with Noah awhile, but everytime I blinked my eyes stayed closed longer and longer until finally when I opened them it was sunny out!

I went to Walmart this morning at 7:30. That is the best time to shop. There are no people in the store. I went for two reasons. First Manny needed some diapers. We were down to about 20 or so, and that wasn't going to last me the weekend. And I've been looking for a digital photo key ring. I found something better. It's a digital photobook. It's about the size of an mp3 player, and about as thick as 8 credit cards. It fits perfectly in my purse. I wanted to have photos of the boys when we go for GIRLS NIGHT OUT on June 7th. Everyone always asks if I have pictures of the boys, and I feel so bad when I can't show them any. What a wonderful idea. Now I don't have to worry about it falling off my key ring. I can tuck it in my purse.

Time's up. Gotta get back to work. And oh yeah, almost forgot...eat lunch. We'll see most of you on Sunday.


Tootles.