I trotted in a speedy haze through the grocery store aisle. I was there to pick up Vicodin, some milk, and a few things for dinner. It was already way past my son’s bedtime, and he had since turned into a monkey on acid strapped to a cart who squealed every time one of the raisins he was eating hit me in the head.
I imagined at that moment that if aliens really did exist and were monitoring us, my life was probably very much like an episode of I Love Lucy – so disastrously hysterical.
I am at Mamalode today.
To get to the pudding, read the full post here.
You probably won’t be sorry.
PS – In case you missed it, yesterday was Social Media Monday on my YouTube channel. Come visit and see Why I Don’t Follow You On Twitter.