Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I'll Poke Your Eye Out

No, wait. That's supposed to be, "You'll poke your eye out!" Not here, though. Not in this family.

Poor Son3...

"C'mere. I'm going to need some help getting these things stuffed in this envelope. Here, you hold this open, while I try to poke them in."

"Okay .......... OUCH!"

Oopsie. Never try to cram a refrigerator into a breadbox, and no matter how malleable the contents, don't attempt to overstuff a padded mailer. Your hands may slip, and your fingernails may poke your son's eye out.

Of course, if said son isn't so curious and requiring an up-close-and-personal view of the stuffing, he won't have his face two inches from the envelope opening, and you won't get all hysterical and laugh like a hyena when you lay open his flesh, being clumsy and all, and having a strange sense of humor.

Well, he didn't BLEED or anything. *phflubb*

It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. ~Lamentations 3:22, 23

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