Yippeeeeeeee!
It is Monday.
Monday it is.
Today’s potluck is buffet style for Shannon. She loves buffets, but requests that none of the following are featured:
HAGGIS
Liver
Spam
Lamb, the smell gets me everytime!
Goats milk, goats milk and Karo Syrup!
Black Pudding
Tripe
I really don’t think anyone will be making a big sacrifice accommodating Shannon…
This week it was a delight to look up my searches. The top searches ALL WERE RELEVANT and none described dear June in various forms of undress. Here are the top 10:
1. “june cleaver”
2. “june cleaver nirvana”
3. “pictures of june cleaver”
4. “aquaskipper”
5. “holly’s animated life“
6. “80s hair”
7. “june cleaver costume”
8. “june nirvana cleaver”
9. “june cleaver clothing”
10. “frogs in my formula”
What?
Screech.
*roll to a stop*
*rewind*
“Frogs in my formula”? Yes, “frogs in my formula” was searched not once, twice, three times, but FOUR times this week. Whose baby is Googling that?
What is up with Holly’s coccyx?
Last week we took a break from my coccyx to explore how yours was. It seems that a high percentage of my readers have healthy coccyxes or would that be coccyxi? Spell check isn’t liking either. Mine is a bit better this week, thank you very much.
Let’s find out who is Peep of the Week!
In response to Wednesday’s “It’s not me, It’s Janet”:
Oh no! Though I’ve discovered that grape juice works wonders with constipated babies. So that communion combination was probably divinely inspired, too.
Congratulations Mozi Esme for making me laugh to tears. You are Peep of the Week!
Chicken of the Week:
This week I am presenting the following chicken story instead of a picture. (Whoa, Holly’s getting all crazy over here at the potluck…)
Last night Rhett (2) screamed his way into my bed around 1 am. At around 4 am, blog-Stedman woke me up because OUR bed was wet. Nice. So I got Rhett up and took him to the potty and changed his clothes. The whole time he was chattering and telling funny stories and 2 y/o jokes. When we finally were back into a dry bed I mentioned to blog-Stedman that Rhett had been joking and having a good time during our middle of the night adventure. So in the dark at 4:15 am blog-Stedman told the following joke to Rhett, “How do you know a duck is a duck?” *pause* “Two feet!” to which Rhett yelled, “NO DUCK! CHICKEN!” and then giggled himself back to sleep…
What is in Holly’s fruit bowl?
A bunch of green bananas AND *bonus alert* a bunch of perfectly ripe bananas.
May your Monday be filled with bananas of varying ripeness…
I think the apples are more benefical for your health,because you just recover from disease,there is more on..
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So glad your coccyx is feeling better. It’s a real pain in the ass to have a real pain in the ass, ya know? Nine months after I broke mine in three places it’s just now getting around to not being quite the pain in my ass that it’s been.
As far as our fruit bowl…apples and bananas. And then more apples. And just for the heck of it, a few more apples.
I swear, we’re never going to get rid of all those apples!
frogs in formula?? wow. i had a dream the other night about giving the girls formula bottles… ugh. thank goodness it was only a dream/nightmare! I wouldn’t want to relive formula and diaper days again.
speaking of diapers… who wet the bed?? Rhett (who seems to be getting blamed) you or maybe it was blog-stedman. 😉 I know I would pass it off on my kid too… it’s okay. I don’t judge you.
lol
great post. sorry i have been MIA… we are moving and it is HELL!!
xoxoxoxo
We have copasetic fruit bowls this week. I’ll bring banana bread to next Monday’s potluck.
Frogs in your formula huh?
Holly? Just a favor … could you get some clips for the chip bags? I know that I’m a day late for the potluck and most everything has been put away .. but it’d be great if the chips had more crisp and less clunk.
And kudos to blog-studman (did I get that right?) for cracking jokes at 4 AM. And really, thinking about it, isn’t everything funnier at 4 AM? (Or should I be asking how anything could be funny at 4 AM?)
How did I miss that I was the recipient of the peep of the week award a few weeks back? Damnit. I need to leave more clever and pithy comments so I can win this award again. Like “God my feet stink” or “I have a great rack.” Or maybe just a simple “I’m HAWT, biotches!”
Damnit. Those all played better in my head than they did once I typed them. I guess I’ll have to go back to the drawing board.
Ah yes…the changing of beds in the early AM. Your husband is amazingly composed telling jokes! What we do for our little ones.
Frogs in the formula? My that is…a little stranger than usual.
I’m glad your coxxy… coccy… ah fuck, I can’t spell it. Glad your tail bone is better.
((hug))
Coccyxes. Ha! I am smarter than spell check. (Today anyway.) 🙂
P.S. Bloglines still is refusing to notify me when you’ve published. What’s up with that?! But, I KNOW there will always be potluck on Monday, so I came anyway. Wonder what else Bloglines is not telling me…