it took about 40 takes to get three usable pictures of john with his sock |
on saturday at auntie's house, we had a conversation about the bane of spoiled milk in a car. in college i left a whole gallon in my car once, and it stank for weeks. nowadays that particular stench typically derives from a neglected sippy cup stashed under a car seat.
and my cousin's girlfriend, raven, shared that she'd done something similar with some shrimp once, and we had a lovely conversation about the many horrible smells that might be found in a vehicle.
and then today, raven sent me this link: Casey Anthony and I have one thing in common. Just one.
it was so good, i had to read it to my husband.
and while i was reading it aloud, john came careening into the kitchen with a well-padded (clean) hiking sock on his hand. he proceeded to bop me with it, laughing hysterically, while my husband and i laughed hysterically at the content of that blog. we all had tears in our eyes. and the ludicrousness of being attacked with a sock ... well, it just added to the humor.
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