Batteries drive me crazy.
Maybe it's just at my house but I
exist in a world filled with ambiguous
batteries and equally confused fellow family members
whose names will remain a mystery in order
to protect the innocently adored.
Yesterday we had yet another incident
of 'Are they or aren't they?'
complicated by another fine
crazy making housewife condition
known as:
Is it the flashlight or is it the batteries?
Well, I've been around the block
a time or two so I know how to
make a U Turn and pass the buck.
I leave the flashlight empty.
I take the possible batteries,
and in a stroke of silly genius
I rifle through the recycling basket
and viola!
Ambiguous labeling.
Maybe it's just at my house but I
exist in a world filled with ambiguous
batteries and equally confused fellow family members
whose names will remain a mystery in order
to protect the innocently adored.
Yesterday we had yet another incident
of 'Are they or aren't they?'
complicated by another fine
crazy making housewife condition
known as:
Is it the flashlight or is it the batteries?
Well, I've been around the block
a time or two so I know how to
make a U Turn and pass the buck.
I leave the flashlight empty.
I take the possible batteries,
and in a stroke of silly genius
I rifle through the recycling basket
and viola!
Ambiguous labeling.
Somehow I just felt a lot better after this.
Silly is as silly does.
Do something silly today.
Come back and share your story with us.
Until next time.
ox
joon
Silly is as silly does.
Do something silly today.
Come back and share your story with us.
Until next time.
ox
joon
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