Today’s “potluck” is super-sized.
Guaranteed to cause artery cloggage and heartburn. Sounds super great…like you want more? Yeah! It’s double the fun “potluck” day!
I am offering the following food for your
pleasure consumption
if you dare: mushy, multi-colored hard boiled eggs (you think I
wouldn’t serve such a thing?) and left over single serving mac & cheese (please don’t ask why I have left-overs from a SINGLE serving). Mmmmmm….dig in. It’s like I saved all the good food for another potluck. Weird.
Alrighty, Google has really been up to no good this week. I received a visitor who googled, “getting green grass”, another “can’t reach my feet how do I paint my toes” and a third, “funny definition of potluck”. Yep, the great Google joke sending those poor readers here only to receive no help. Bad Google. I can’t keep a houseplant alive, let alone grow green grass. Bad Google. I don’t have the coordination to paint my own toes, let alone yours. Bad Google. I can’t define potluck, let alone assure it is funny. Bad Google.
Once again the I.F.P.A. (Institute For Potluck Advancement) has the following super informative announcement:
Double your potluck, Double your fun!
Something that has made me laugh every time I think of it is Limbic Resonance’s assessment of Target’s new supermodel line. It is very
ironic.
Every morning as a testament to great advertising, Rhett runs through the kitchen yelling, “ANCAKE UFF! ANCAKE UFF! ANCAKE UFF!” Which through careful mommy translation equals…of course,
pancake puff. How can I turn the TV of his obsession off? I am about to have a pancake puff riot on my hand.
And now another message from the great brains of the IFPA:
Potluck, the ultimate driving machine
Holy crap, now they are ripping
me off while I blatantly steal from others…they must be
stopped.
I was thinking how grand it has been to have gone 7 years without a sitting in a useless committee meeting. Being a stay at home mom may have it’s dull, idle moments, but none of them compare to sitting in a room with a bunch of people from work discussing a bunch of nothing only to vote on something inconsequential. Maybe I will hold one here at the house today just for the fun of it. I could be in charge because I am the mommy.
I am off to the land of IKEA today. This is good for you. I have never gone to IKEA without years worth of stories…so keep your fingers crossed that history repeats itself. (I am sure you will be RUSHING back tomorrow for that!)
Wow, that “potluck” was really fun. I just wish there was another one going on somewhere else…
Guaranteed to cause artery cloggage and heartburn. Sounds super great…like you want more? Yeah! It’s double the fun “potluck” day!
I am offering the following food for your pleasure consumption if you dare: mushy, multi-colored hard boiled eggs (you think I wouldn’t serve such a thing?) and left over single serving mac & cheese (please don’t ask why I have left-overs from a SINGLE serving). Mmmmmm….dig in. It’s like I saved all the good food for another potluck. Weird.
Alrighty, Google has really been up to no good this week. I received a visitor who googled, “getting green grass”, another “can’t reach my feet how do I paint my toes” and a third, “funny definition of potluck”. Yep, the great Google joke sending those poor readers here only to receive no help. Bad Google. I can’t keep a houseplant alive, let alone grow green grass. Bad Google. I don’t have the coordination to paint my own toes, let alone yours. Bad Google. I can’t define potluck, let alone assure it is funny. Bad Google.
Once again the I.F.P.A. (Institute For Potluck Advancement) has the following super informative announcement:
Double your potluck, Double your fun!
Something that has made me laugh every time I think of it is Limbic Resonance’s assessment of Target’s new supermodel line. It is very ironic.
Every morning as a testament to great advertising, Rhett runs through the kitchen yelling, “ANCAKE UFF! ANCAKE UFF! ANCAKE UFF!” Which through careful mommy translation equals…of course, pancake puff. How can I turn the TV of his obsession off? I am about to have a pancake puff riot on my hand.
And now another message from the great brains of the IFPA:
Potluck, the ultimate driving machine
Holy crap, now they are ripping me off while I blatantly steal from others…they must be stopped.
I was thinking how grand it has been to have gone 7 years without a sitting in a useless committee meeting. Being a stay at home mom may have it’s dull, idle moments, but none of them compare to sitting in a room with a bunch of people from work discussing a bunch of nothing only to vote on something inconsequential. Maybe I will hold one here at the house today just for the fun of it. I could be in charge because I am the mommy.
I am off to the land of IKEA today. This is good for you. I have never gone to IKEA without years worth of stories…so keep your fingers crossed that history repeats itself. (I am sure you will be RUSHING back tomorrow for that!)
Wow, that “potluck” was really fun. I just wish there was another one going on somewhere else…
Ikea? Wish we had one.
You were in my neck of the hood & didn’t tell me. Say it ain’t so.
Oh Ikea, Ikea, sticky buns and swedish meatballs and cheap wash clothes in vibrant colors. Can’t wait to hear what you got yourself in Ikea-world.
I love ooey, gooey, messy, deviled eggs. And there was a rumor they were opening an Ikea in St. Louis. It hasn’t happened yet, though. Sigh.
Ooooh, Ikea. I am so jealous.
Our IKEA has a cool kids area. Too bad they limit the time to 90 minutes.
I’ll come to the committee meeting if you want, and I’ll even vote however you want me to vote. Just so I can get out of the house.
Everyone is making me hungry this morning. This diet is never gonna work
MMMM…IKEA
I used to LOVE going to Ikea when my girls were still young (short) enough to check into the ball pit play room… We love, love, love (as “Eloise” would say) Ikea. Swedish meatballs with lingonberry jam! Inexpensive furniture that can stand up to kids–and if it can’t, at least it didn’t cost an arm and a leg. We even spent Thanksgiving at Ikea our first year in Moscow; it was the favorite destination of the whole family so we decided to spend the day off at place we’d all be happy.
I drove by there today and was bummed I couldn’t take the time to stop… Have fun!
is it just me or is the monday potluck getting more maniacal and frantic? and IKEA? you are not taking the children are you?
i hope you have fun.