So maybe you've noticed if you've tried to comment lately that you are no longer allowed to do so anonymously. This is because I was getting approximately one million SPAM comments a day and while my filter was snapping most of them up before they actually posted, I was still getting an email per comment, as I do with each and every wonderful comment anyone makes on this site.
And sometimes it would get annoying in the morning to see that I had 317 emails alerting me to blog comments and be all like, "I've gotten popular overnight!" and "No time to check these emails, must just quickly send letter to husband to let him know I'm a sensation and he should prepare to be recognized in the streets"... and then realize that 300 of the emails were SPAM comments informing me on the subject of things like lubrication.**
And that one of the other 17 was a reminder email that I had sent myself the night before that said, "Still not famous huh?" and "I certainly hope you didn't freak out about being famous again this morning only to realize you were just being spammed. Because that would be embarrassing for you."
Which all just meant that instead of my day starting with toast smeared with nutella and marshmallow fluff, like a morning should start, it began with me shouting "If you don't stop with these hateful comments I'm going to block you altogether!" To myself.
**And not even useful things about lubrication. Because that week the dogs were both sick I could have used a good lube tip or two. Like "If you are having someone coming over to your house to measure for blinds today you probably should remove the KY (which I use for temperature taking), bowl of boiled chicken and iPad tuned to Curious George from your kitchen counter lest the blinds person see it and think you eat cold chicken, watch monkey cartoons and then do sex things. THAT IS NOT THE LIFE OF A STAY AT HOME MOM, SIR. I mean, I wish.
But anyway, I digress from the original purpose of this post. Which was to tell you about what happened yesterday. Namely, I was unpacking the last couple of boxes in the basement from when we moved this Spring and I came across this:
So of course at first I was intrigued and quickly opened the white box to see what was inside. Was it potatoes? No it was not. It was photos. The brown box was correctly labeled and also held photographs so this was not an ol' switcheroo situation in which Ryan tried to prank me by putting his potatoes in the box labeled photos and vice versa.
So after that I took a step back and considered the situation. At first I was like, "If there are photos in both of these boxes then where are the potatoes?" And then I was like, "It's shameful to be your brain sometimes, you know that?"
But as I eventually figured, one of two things was going on. Ryan had written potatoes on the box to try to be funny or Ryan had been trying to write 'photos' but was caught up thinking about dinner or something and had accidentally written 'potatoes'. I was so sure it was the second one that I called Ryan to the basement and laughed at how dumb he is to his face.
I was all, "That's your new nickname! Ryan Potatoes!" And in my head I was making plans to gather the dogs and Fiona into our bed the next morning and jump on him and shout "MASHED POTATOES!"
Until he pointed out that it wasn't his handwriting on the white box.
It was mine.
At first I tried being defensive. "Don't try to blame this on me, POTATOES."
But eventually I had to admit that I was indeed the one that had done the writing.
And I can not for the life of me remember why. (I'm blaming it on the fact that I was tired because of the new baby.)
But it did give me some inspiration for future moves. Because I'd really like to see how a team of movers would react if all the boxes were labeled things like: "Left Socks" and "Rap Music CDs (Box 3 of 7)" and "Mouses - Computer" and "Mouses - Other" and "Lauren - Science Medals" and "Ryan - Science Medals - This Box Is Empty".
But for now, I'm off to bed. Ryan and I both have early alarms tomorrow morning.
Mine looks like this:
Ryan's used to look like this:
|That is a glare, not dust.|
Now it looks like this:
|(As explained by THIS POST and THIS POST)|