Sometimes all you can say is .........really?????

My kids like to sit on things in the grocery store basket. Like the 24-pack of soda, or a stack of boxed cereal-whatever. So what if they look a little precarious. They are quiet. Blatantly ignoring the old biddies that give me dirty looks, I go about my business. The other day in the store, my baby girl (who is little for her size) was actually sitting in the bottom of the cart. My son (who is slightly big, or at least average) was sitting on my Coke Zero. Some lady actually asked me if they were twins. Worse? She has twins of her own at home......REALLY?

Two months ago (yes, two freaking months. Once you read this....if you feel sympathy, I will give you my husband's email address so we can gang up on him until it gets fixed) I opened my laundry door to a swoosh of hot air. I complained complained complained to deaf ears until two weeks ago my husband opened the door and his glasses fogged. See, I had stopped doing laundry because I refuse to pay extra in air conditioning due to the extra heat....and I also refuse to sit in a hot hot house while he goes to air-conditioned work. So he was doing his own. He finally pulled the dryer out and said "well, everything is still connected"......ummmm, okay. So did you check to see if it is clogged, or why it is so hot, since we now agree it isn't normal? No? REALLY??

I have to admit that I was intrigued to watch the premiere of "Sister Wives", despite my hubs rolling his eyes at me. I definitely tried to be open-minded. To each his own and all. But then, as I folded teeny tiny underwear with Cookie Monster on them, they were discussing their sex lives. And one of the wives said "He is welcome into each of our beds......alone only. We don't do anything weird" Uhhhh.......REALLY????