I think somebody should come up with a way to breed a very large shrimp. That way, you could ride him, then, after you camped at night, you could eat him. How about it, science?
Yesterday, when a load of laundry of mine had been sitting in the washer for, let's say, about 24 hours - I was wishing science could come up with a washing machine that wouldn't mildew no matter HOW long a housewife left a completed load inside. Thank God for the rinse button. I use that little guy nearly every day (or every other day, when I'm culturing the mildew).
Are you following me? I can see how the transition from a giant rideable shrimp to my hopes for a miracle washer is kind of a rough one. But it's Saturday, so my mind is in free association mode since my parenting is getting a break with my husband home.
The mopping did get done yesterday, by the way. But not by me. I did all the vast prep work, but Kevin saved the day and did the actual mopping while I was out on a walk (not run - sheesh it was hot) with the girls (friends, not daughters). I love that man. Still had a tantrum when we returned from Target this morning and my two year-old trailed popcorn from the garage clear through to the kitchen. Lest you think I'm blessed with a great husband AND emotional maturity. One out of two ain't bad, though.