Baby Crack and Tylenol Obsession

Dave normally opens at work one day a week so it's not an issue getting us all out the door on time because he's usually around to take care of the bebes while I'm gettin pretty.  This morning is the first of two mornings where we both have to be out the door around the same time and you'd think that I'm preparing for a nuclear war at our house.  I have the bebes outfits picked out and ready for the rest of the week so that we can get ready as easy as possible.  Last night lunches were almost completely packed and I was prepared for the bombings....I had my duck an cover mentality and I braced myself for the worst.  

Today I got up...felt a little better than yesterday...showered with no real drama...had a cute and cheeky conversational exchange with husbando Dave...got the bebes ready and we all left the house in a calm and meaningful fashion.  I'm pretty sure it had little to do with my over preparedness.  Buuuut heck lets pat me on the back anyway.  

Today has been a special day with me on the Tylenol Cold Multi-Symptom Daytime Non-Drowsy Citrus Burst Sensation.

I've said such things as: "Pooped some concrete" and "Baby Crack bringing joy and hallucinated wonderfulness to children everywhere."  This is of course in reference to cooked carrots...obviously.  I've also suggested a good friend who I believe has only had curlers in her hair one time (because I like to play dress up) that she "go out there in a bathrobe and curlers and wave a golf club at them." Unsure as to whether she has a bathrobe also brings a level of mystery to this request.    

I've been a bundle of nose blowing cracked out on cold meds goodness today.  These are the days I should write children's books.  The illustrations alone would get me committed to some sort of hospital for the overly creative borderline questionable free spirits of the world.  They may also win me some sort of literature award.  It's days like this I wish I had a paint brush and a blank canvas and then I could pretend to do art.  Oh loveliness!

Well time to take another shot of liquid gold over the counter goodness and head home.  It's pork chop night and while I've never successfully made a pork chop....it has to happen sometime?  I'm thinking Dave is going to be sent to the grocery store to pick up some tissues and some Pillsbury fluffy flaky fattening melt-in-your-mouth bisquitieness.

Okay I leave you with this:

Me: why does he talk?  I think that its in the constitutional by-laws: No **** talkie talkie.  I'm pretty sure that's a direct quote.

TSC: I think it is in Article III, Paragraph V

word.