This day could be infinitely better if it was wrapped in bacon. Or if certain people were suddenly attacked by a pack of rabid chamois. And by chamois, I mean the goatlike antelope of mountainous regions of Europe, not the porous leather that is favored for its gentle, non-abrasive composition and absorption properties.
And then the heavens opened up and glory shone all around!
|An illustrated facebook status?! Huzzah!|
And it made me snort out loud. And laugh for a long time. And I haven't stopped. And I have it printed off and hung up by my desk. And I have shown every person who has come in to my office because it's that awesome.
And so this is my bestest idea ever. I'm going to have her illustrate a bunch of my status updates and then I'm going to put them together like some sort of mentally unstable Gary Larson calendar set.
Other possibilities from random status posts:
Just took the toddler with me to pick up a few items from Walgreens. The term "wrestling a greased pig" comes to mind....
I asked Big V, "if the government required you to learn a new skill, and gave you the time and money to learn it, what would you learn?" He thought about it, then answered, "Shuffleboard."
In preparation of today's epic snowstorm, I decided not to shave my legs. #extralayerofwarmth
I might have to call into work because I feel stabby. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help --" "DON'T MAKE ME CUT YOU! "
At the Christmas program Big V kept pointing out the nativity giraffes to the toddler. Because his Jesus was born under the watchful eye of an 18' cud chewing mammal.
Best. Audience. Ever! I want to wrap them up and bring them to every performance. But I won't. Because I could get charged with kidnapping.
Creepy Cleaner Guy just stood next to me watching me brew a Keurig. Six inches next to me. Longest brew time ever.
Time to bust out the duct tape: something's gotta keep this kid's pajamas & diaper on for entire night... Mama's tired of peeking in and seeing nakedness and an untamed "sprinkler."
Entered purgatory. Also known as US Cellular. Or The Never Ending Waiting Room.
Just brushed my teeth with a tube of antifungal cream. No chance of athlete's foot on these gums!
My daughter told me she put my name on the prayer board at school. "Aw! That's so sweet! For what?" "For your celiac and hemmorhoids."
Want to feel all warm and fuzzy inside? Eat a squirrel.
Even more creepy than Uber Creepy Cleaning Guy? Silent Stealthy Judge Dude who I literally bumped into... like he couldn't see me bending down to get my can of soda off the bottom shelf of the fridge? Back off, Robe Man!
There is not nearly enough alcohol to drink in this house between now and bedtime. Who delivers?
"Yes? Hello? I have a dangerous tree. It's dropping acorns on my deck and I'm afraid I'm going to twist my ankle. It's a very dangerous situation." [love. my. job.]
A bed sharing class ought to be required before marriage.
You'd think locating a large metal kangaroo would be easier.
I'm totally thinking I can work a Hairless Cat into our office budget.
Tonight I'm going to Zumba and following up with a Pi-Yo class. Or else I might just eat this big bag of cheese puffs. I'll let you know...
The teen just informed me she can fit five Tic Tac's in her belly button...
I don't know what disturbs me more... J-Lo's voice or Marc's mustache.
Half hour early to a two hour long gymnastics practice and dude next to me smells like rotting armadillo.
I'm answering my office phone with a British accent so you think I have an assistant. Because all assistants have a British accent, right? Or was that assailants?
So, just feel free to start sketching away, Becca! I've been on Facebook for years so this is just a small sampling. There are plenty more! (You know, in case you were worried you'd run out of reasons to ignore your family and housekeeping duties.)