Here we are again. Le sigh. It's Monday and the weekly shenanigans are beginning again. Come feel better about yourself over at Not Me Monday. MckMama sure was wise when she created this. Its Fab.
Last Monday afternoon did not find me sorely tempted to follow a caravan of brand new hybrid, black, darkly tinted (I mean gangster dark), Tahoes. My first thought was certainly not that they were the Secret Service and I definitely didn't debate leaving Mr. Superman on base while I discreetly followed behind said caravan towards the opposite end of Georgia. That is something a very nosy, overly curious, watches too many crime shows, cat lady would do. Not me
This past Monday did not include a conversation with Mr. Superman, (a serious one at that), that ended in me exclaiming wonderingly, "You were the Queen of England?!"This was also not followed by an instance of a screaming bird in our backyard that made me jump and ask very seriously if Mr. Superman had just heard the pterodactyl too. That is something someone with way too much Jurassic Park imagination would do, not me.
I definitely didn't threaten Mr. Superman with a very painful death if he followed through with his, "Hey baby, look! I can make it into the toilet if I'm in the closet!" That is something a woman with a houseful of, under the age of 5, boys would do, not me.
Tuesday did not find me at the dinner table full of amazing tacos I had just made, with Mr. Superman blessing the food. He didn't pray over "his burritos" and "Chelle's tacos" and bless that I would find mine decent and compared to his. I definitely didn't burst into barely suppressed laughter. That is something an immature, badly self-controlled 11 year old would do, not me.
What did you not do?