...it's just not working for me, especially this weekend. I'm really TRYING to be more productive but I still somehow manage to get sucked into the menial, trivial nonsense of whatever it is that's sucking me in. Couple that with my PMS and I am one crabby bloated waste of unproductive skin. Or as Tom so kindly refers to me, a two toed sloth.
So I thought if I can't be productive, at least I'll blog about something productive. And as I sat there thinking....and thinking...and thinking some more- (really, should it be this hard?!?) Tom calls out to me from the laundry room:
Tom:
OH MY GOD! Come in here.
me:
Why?
Tom:
You have to see this.
me:
What is it?
Tom:
Chumley's poo.
me:
I'll pass.
Tom:
No seriously! Laura you have to see this log!
(I get off the couch and peek my head into the laundry room and see what looks to be a human sized dump in Chum's box. Perhaps slightly longer than the norm.)
me:
Yeah, so?
Tom:
It's HUGE!!!
me:
His dumps are always like that. He just didn't cover it up.
Tom:
That's not right.
me:
Well, tell him to stop eating salami and broccoli.
Productive? I think not. But that's my life and I'm unproductively blogging about it.
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