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Help Buy Me A Coffee
About Me
- WANTED, Carmen, mom to the Masses, for dangerous undertakings inside and outside the home. Last seen with her partner The Hubster, and six accomplices (Nikolas 20, Allegra 18, Mackenzie 15, Gabriel 13, Emma 10 and Riley 9). This fugitive is considered armed (with epi pens and inhalers) and dangerous, especially when she hasn't had her morning coffee. She is particularly difficult to recognize due to an 80 pound weight loss and has been known to hide beneath large piles of laundry. She has her Black Belt in Muay Thai and can be found reading, training Crossfit, boxing or running to the store for milk and bread. And coffee. Always the Coffee.
Bwwwhahaha! This made my day!
Posted by: Robin W | December 23, 2011 at 05:21 PM
Now before blogging you would have never thought of taking a picture of it!
Perfect reason for a post.
Posted by: Debby Pucci | December 23, 2011 at 05:26 PM
You know, you could salvage the remains of the gallon if the bottle is busted. Just put the milk in another jug. I speak from past experience. LOL
Posted by: Tara | December 23, 2011 at 05:37 PM
No, but it's worth a few choice words if you really needed milk today ;)
Posted by: Thumper | December 23, 2011 at 06:32 PM
Nice - you just have to laugh.
Posted by: Karen Z | December 23, 2011 at 07:15 PM
lololololololol
Posted by: Headless Mom | December 23, 2011 at 07:36 PM
Oh, I don't know. Seems like a good enough reason to me :)
Posted by: jadine | December 23, 2011 at 07:42 PM
Thank you so much for a much needed giggle: )
Posted by: Gina | December 23, 2011 at 10:33 PM
Well, poop - just poop!!
Posted by: addy | December 24, 2011 at 02:43 AM
Well heck! I think there may be an easier way to get some snow for Christmas Eve. Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Posted by: MaryD | December 24, 2011 at 03:55 AM
Was someone carrying the jug on their head? Only asking because that happened with a gallon of chocolate milk all over a white kitchen.
Hoping this wasn't the only gallon in the house. Now, that would really stink.
Posted by: Stacey B. | December 24, 2011 at 10:19 AM
I am glad to see you keep your sense of humor. When my son busted a gallon of milk on the basement floor, I was not nearly as zen about it as you were. My 8 year old still remembers the day "mom lost it when Andrew broke the milk".
Posted by: Robin W | December 24, 2011 at 11:03 AM
That's a classic!
Posted by: bama Cheryl | December 24, 2011 at 12:41 PM
my milk comes spilling out of the back of my expedition sometimes and it not's not funny either...
Posted by: Sandra | December 27, 2011 at 03:20 PM