Things that cracked me up this week…

1. Forevermore “Bad Moon Rising” by CCR will be sung “There’s a bathroom on the right” thanks to Captain America.

2. Pregzilla in line at Qdoba:  “Why do they all keep asking if I want Pico?? I’ve told them 3 times NO PICO” I was like  “Maybe they didn’t hear you.”  She replied with vigorous finger jabbing motions: “They should stick to their assigned duties on the burrito assembly line: You’re tortilla guy, You’re chicken lady, You’re pico boy, everybody who’s not Pico boy stop asking me!!!

3. Luke eating Carbonara from his plate while walking to his chair because he couldn’t wait that extra 5 seconds….

4. The day Chef Vivi got home I had to work all day so she came to the office to see me….I was so excited to see her I spit the sunflower seed I was eating right into her lap. I’m sure that’s a sign of affection in some countries….

5. The following all occured while working on crafty wedding projects with the girls:

Me: “Brit put this somewhere safe for me.”  She promptly shoves it into her cleavage….Chef Vivi chimed in with: “Well it’s safe from me, I’m not going into the Swoobage for it”….Me: “what the heck is swoobage??”  Chef Vivi: “sweaty boobage=Swoobage, duhhhh” and rolled her eyes at me… 

Me: “Lets try this for shits-and-giggles” Chef Vivi: “Shiggles??”  This was followed by an impromptu performance of the Shiggles dance….

Me: “Where’s my ribbon??? I’ve lost my ribbon!!!!”  Avery’s Mom: “stand up….ummmmm….yeah it’s stuck to  your butt”

6. Chef Vivi: “I wish I could find footie pj’s in my size.”  Me: “If I find some with the butt flap can I get them??” CV: “YES!” Me: “Done” CV: “They will serve double duty, 1. Our bedroom is really cold and 2. They can be my Sorry Honey I have a headache jammies, could you maybe iron on a picture of Dad’s face on the front of them too as added protections?”  Me: “That will be my new mission in life” CV: “Epic”

Never, ever, ever a dull moment when you’re surrounded by Smarty Pants….

Happy Friday!







No really, you SHOULDN’T have….

Sometimes I feel so loved.

This was not one of those times…..

I received a gift from my co-workers…It wasn’t my birthday, and normally I am all about getting unexpected gifts for no particular reason. In fact, I encourage everyone to spontaneously send me gifts! But this one…??? To be fair not all of my co-workers were involved, some were perfectly innocent. Only the 2 most rotten ones had a hand in this shenanigan…

Here’s the back story: I went to my first Aqua Zumba class a couple of months ago, loved it! It was fun and one of the dances was set to this catchy little tune, which stayed stuck in my head for days afterward. For the next few classes I found myself most eagerly looking forward to that dance with the catchy little tune…I had no idea who sang said catchy little tune. Let me repeat that – I HAD NO IDEA WHO SANG THE DANG SONG, OK???  I sang it loudly and proudly during Zumba class! So loudly and proudly in fact that our instructor nicknamed me “The Singer”. She encouraged everyone to sing! I ignored the “looks I got from some of my classmates, clearly they were just stick-in-the-mud’s who didn’t know how to let loose and have a good time as I did…..I finally asked my co-worker/fellow Zumba enthusiast (one of the two shenanigan participants) who the artist was that actually sang the ditty, I was devastated to hear the answer. Crushed. Disillusioned. Embarrassed. Mortified.

So the gift….the one my two ever so thoughtful co-workers got for me **insert eye roll here** was a commemorative beach towel, featuring the crooner of my catchy little tune. It is and will forever be a painful reminder of my shame:



P.S…. To Jan and Melissa: Paybacks, baby, paybacks…..Baby, baby, baby Ohhhhhhhh!