The word 'Cosmos' can be defined as "...a complete, orderly, harmonious system". While sometimes not quite orderly nor harmonious for the most part, my little world somehow, magically works. It is almost like a dance...however ungraceful it may be, (Many of you know me and have seen me dance.) I am, I admit, a bit of a klutz. BUT somehow I navigate myself through each day often completely mystified by how I actually did it. The following are several mysteries I am currently trying to solve. If anyone has the key to these puzzles, please feel free to enlighten me...
This mystery may be for DNA experts: Who munched on the end the shoe lace on my running shoe? I got dressed for a run this morning and discovered that the tip of my shoelace had been mangled beyond recognition. Plus, there was a bite taken out of a candle on our coffee table. We're not talking a little nibble here or there. This is a full on, unadulterated bite that was obviously enjoyed because there was no left over wax refuse anywhere. (Well, it does smell like a cool Caribbean slushie of some sort.)
Who unrolled that roll of toilet paper in the bathroom and why are there holes in it?
How is it that the guy I have a sleepover party with every night never gets boring? Seriously, nearly 10 years later I still think he is the funniest person around...even after watching reruns of M.A.S.H. with him over and over and over again.
What are the karmic ramifications of letting your daughter stay up until after dark to pretend that we are flying outside in the yard, probably waking up the neighbors? How bad is that on the "Irresponsible Parent List"?
How much ice cream am I allowed to eat?
Have I left any out? Please, do share!
3 comments:
Yeah, how is it that the kitchen can be sparkling clean when I go to bed at night, but be absolutely trashed the next morning, but nobody did it?
Why do silverware and dishes mysteriously walk outside to the dirt pile by themselves?
How is it that the boys' bedroom can be completely clean one minute and all the toys will be all over the floor the next? At least we have a culprit this time. His name is "Not Me."
*sigh* So much of my life is spent cleaning up messes that nobody made.
At least the kids are adorable, no matter what name they go by.
I LoVe the way you write! Keep it coming!
We had a plate vanish in that house. We had cheesecake and Papa droped his the we looked for the plate, we moved and three years later, it is still gone.
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