Son of A . . .
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.
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.