(Don't read this if you know the difference between lay, lie, lye, lain, laid etc... because I don't)
I woke up slow this morning. One of those nice Saturday mornings where you get to lay in bed and not hurry anywhere. Then I look at the fabric that lays in swooshes over my bed. Laying inside one of the swooshes was a small whoopie cushion. Yes, a whoopie cushion. The sad thing is, it does not shock me. Having 5 boys in the house (yes, I include my husband in that) makes for weird things in weird places. When Jared came in for his morning hug I pointed out the whoopie cushion. "oh, that's where I hid it."
I finally make it downstairs to the pantry for my morning cereal. On the shelf amongst the Cheerios, and Kix is a large rattlesnake, with a rattler and fangs. It was of the plastic variety but it is a snake none the less.
Sigh. I love my boys.