Son of A . . .


Jonah and I were talking about swearing yesterday--not contemplating it, just talking about why some people swear, others don't etc.

I found myself saying, "I think there are experiences in life that need an exclamation point. And swearing is a verbal way of adding an exclamation point to those experiences." (In addition to yelling, screaming, etc.)

So it seems fitting that I would be faced with the "To Swear or Not to Swear Dilema" not even 18 hours after this coversation with Jonah.

Here's what I'm talking about.

I just came home to this:

Note: 

* That's melted plastic.
* And that's my dishwasher.



The kids thought it was hilarious.

Me, all I could think was . . .

Son.

of .

 A.

BISCUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS: For a more detailed explanation, that was our Bed, Bath and Beyond cutting board that melted in our dishwasher. I've dishwashed it 1000s of times. Never had a problem. Well, until today when I came home to a dizzying poly-something smell in the house. 

The whole thing melted like butter--in the dishwasher.

Ugh. 

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