I'm eating Milk Duds. I opened a drawer in my kitchen and there they were. For a second I got really excited and then I remembered that I put them there four days ago. I hid a half a box away from the kids and the husband by putting them in a drawer they'd never use, unless they cooked something. This sort of comes off as a slam on my husband and kids until you realize that I (who put them there) haven't opened the drawer either.
Today's episode of Home Alone features our lovely heroine (which is a word that is lovely to write but always comes out as a drug reference if you say it) frantically making phone calls.
I have a meeting tonight for a local fundraiser. Last week, I was put in charge of making several calls but never got around to doing it, so I've been on the phone ever since I got home from work. Just a couple more and I'll get 'er done. Good God Almighty, I hate calling people.
Maybe God reminded me to open the Milk Dud drawer as a reward?
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