Inappropriate game for road trips: Roadkill Bingo!
. . . am seriously considering making one for the next long drive. So . . . Patent Pending, right?
Got my hard drive back at last! My files, oh, my files . . . how I missed you! Sadly, I cannot access the photos stashed inside, but my desktop probably wouldn’t be able to handle the load anyway. I’ll be able to get to them again, right? RIGHT?
I live in a house of a thousand corpses. Mosquito corpses. Stuck to the walls and ceiling.
I know. It’s gross.
However . . . TROPHIES OF MY VICTORIES AGAINST THE PESTILENTIAL INVASION!
I should make little tiny plaques documenting the date and time of each kill.
A watched pot never boils. A watched 9 year old never washes her plate. But you go and take a shower and suddenly she’s doing it . . . WHILE YOU ARE SHOWERING.
Two weeks ago I was looking for socks and bundling up in a sweater. Today my region had a heat warning and I went out in a sundress with sunscreen and a sunhat and I still got a bit burnt. #wtf but also #lovingit
The 9 year old started researching hotel prices and flight costs to Paris, France, for her future trip when she is 18, and recording them in a chart. This is the child who hates math. WHAT IS HAPPENING?
The teenager did a sink full of dishes this morning without complaining, in lieu of mowing the lawn because he was running out of time to do a chore before going to a friend’s house. I repeat: WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Oh. The Road Kill Bingo is already a thing. But we need a CANADIAN version, right? With porcupine, moose, goose, doughnut, Tim Horton’s cup . . .
AND THAT’S RANDOMNESS!