We’ve had some long nights around our house lately. Too much traveling, too much grading, too much sickness. So, when I walked into Piper’s room this morning and found this:
I thought it was you-know-what. I didn’t have my glasses on. It was too early. That tells you what my house has been like lately. I just assumed a stray turd was left in the middle of the floor. That seemed feasible.
But then I heard the laugh.
Okay. I didn’t really hear the laugh, but how awesome would that have been? I did see Jabba, though, just a few feet away. He was clearly trying to inch over to reattach his chubby green arm.
I helped him out and I was grateful.
I love everything about this.
Thanks, Kelly! I like a woman who isn’t scared away by a random turd or two. It happens. Jabba’s laugh always gets me. It should be a ring tone.
There’s stray turds at my house too. 😉
Of course! That’s why I like you.
Never realized how much Uncle Larry sounds like Jabba! Surprised you didn’t point that out Missy!
I’m a Jabba fan, but I love my Uncle Larry even more. His laugh is the best!