Gross Randomness
My girls hid about 70 eggs on Saturday. I think we found 60. I'm hoping those last ten are the plastic kind. The last thing I need is a rotting egg hidden in a couch or a corner somewhere. In a house with so many kids, the gross factor can get out of hand. It doesn't help that I'm a lousy housekeeper. It also doesn't help that boys under the age of, oh, 20, can't seem to hit a target that's as big as a toilet seat. No, wait, they can hit the seat, just not the hole in the middle of it. I swore to them last week that I was never buying crackers again. It doesn't matter how many times I tell them, the Cheezits always end up in a heap on the family room floor. I need to train the dog to eat Cheezits. I don't know why he doesn't. He'll eat some really disgusting stuff. And we won't mention some of the things he licks. We were sitting tonight and watching Amazing Race. I was cheering for the border patrol guys when I got a whiff. Oh...