Box THIS, Buster!

I curse the man (it had to have been a man) that invented the "box."

Wait...let me rephrase that.

I curse the person who taught my Husband that "cleaning" means stuffing all the crap you can into a box and shoving it into a closet.

"Out of sight, out of mind."

He actually said that to me with a straight face.

I'll be lucky to avoid spending my Christmas in a jail cell.

Creativity

Heard in my house this evening:

"NO! I want not beans!"

"But beans are GOOD! You LOVE beans! You liked them last week."

"NO! STOP sayin' dat. I want NOT beans!"

"Day-O!"

"Say Day-O!"

"Daylight come and he wan'go home."

"Day, he say day he say day he say day."

"HEY! Whachoo singin'?"

"It's the Greenbean Marching Song. They like to march into your mouth."

"I want song!"

"DAY-O!"

I ought to write a book.