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MissCris, stop everything you're doing and write that book of yours. Please!
That awkward moment when your entire day has just failed all around, and you're finally taking a minute to BREATHE...and your mother-in-law opens the fridge, then turns to you, holding a dirty diaper, and asks "Um...is this a new...experiment? Or something? Are we storing poopy diapers in the fridge for a reason, is what I'm asking."
And...you have no idea when/why you put that in there. So you say, "The trash can was full".
And...you have no idea when/why you put that in there. So you say, "The trash can was full".