That my friends
is a half eaten
on my ironing board.
in my bedroom.
I know not even where to begin with that b/cuz
A: There is no eating upstairs, everyone that lives here knows that and
B: What the heck?
I have no idea where it came from
(the sandwich that is, not the ironing board. The ironing board came from my closet and I have been to
do you see that wrapping paper?
I don't know where that came from either.
Well, that's not entirely true.
It came from under my bed
which is where I keep wrapping paper
but why it is now half ripped next to a half eaten ham sandwich
making me nervous.
Should I expect to unwrap a half eaten ham sandwich with probable toxic mold consuming it on Sunday?
Happy, happy day to me.
So that's the what's what on the secret to my
Pure ham sandwich chaos.
I gotta go now and practice my surprise face now for when I open that puppy up on Mothers Day.
Pray for me.