
What? It could happen…

I’m still stunned. And very happy.

You know how most adults have sex dreams? I’ve been dreaming of organizing a work crew to clean my kitchen. Yes, as I am sleeping in what should be the first quiet moment I’ve had all day, I am teaching kids how to properly ration dishwashing liquid.

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We got distracted by all the other Santa’s workshop activities (target practice with rifles!) so we’ll have to return for the ornaments, but after our Santa pic (Ehren: “hell, naw”) we got kids eat free coupons for the restaurant.

I hit reply and sent the enthusiastic email meant for my husband to the owner of the company. I spelled the word love with like nine Os, people. As in looooooove. And it was irretrievable.