So I am still! waiting on the Dept of Revenue website and I have one return left to file. I decide to take a break and find something to eat. I say “find” because I have yet to go to the grocery store (remember my post a few days back about the grocery store?). So I am at the point that I have a few lemons, coffee and condiments in my fridge – no joke. (oh and a gallon of milk I sent my son to the store for, there are limits to being a HORRIBLE mom. (breaking news…my husband just made contact with his birth mother for the first time in 36 years – exciting!). So like I was saying, finding something to eat was a search. I open the freezer and lo’ and behold WAAAAAY in the back is a box of taquitos – SCORE! I pull out the toaster oven and set ‘er for 12 minutes. I pull out the salsa and grab a beer (PS – ALWAYS beer in the fridge) and I am set to sit for a spell and eat for the first time today. I start a program from the DVR (93% full) and decide I am just going to take 30 minutes to myself. The teen is locked in his room doing the current version of socializing which is simultaneously texting and chatting via an internet war game and the hubby and youngest are out loading a buddies ATV onto our trailer for the “dud’s”, I mean “dude’s” trip – yuck – won’t even go there. So I am enjoying my breakfast/lunch/dinner (should I be using separate paragraphs here? I get confused) and my DH (Darling Husband) pulls in. I have one taquito left. Dilemma, scarf it down or go out and say “hi” and come back in and enjoy – I go for the latter. I go out and exchange pleasantries without a lot of enthusiasm (as I mentioned I haven’t consumed much in the way of solids today, I did have a hard bolied egg for lunch though ). As I head back to my well worn place on the couch with the faint taste of taquito in my mouth and a smile on my face I glance at the end table and see my plate is EMPTY! ARE YOU FRICKIN’ KIDDING ME – I look over at the dog and just stare – hard! Like she is going to give me an explanation? At that precise moment she licks her chops loudly to which I exclaim – REALLY! and then I grab the camera and snap this picture. Does she look guilty?

To add icing, I turn around and my youngest is in the hall brushing the cat with my hairbrush “DO NOT use my brush for the cat” “Why? I always do” – I need a vacation.