“You’re like the hoarder of light bulbs.”
“You never know, this may be a collector’s item one day.”
“Really,” as I reach for the lightbulb to toss it into the trash.
“Hey. Hey! Don’t touch my lightbulb!”
“Roo, it’s garbage!”
“No, it’s my precious. PRECIOUS.”
This is what I have to deal with. But there’s an upside.
We’re having pancakes for dinner.
Sure, you can have your *King Cake, but you know what? That little plastic baby Jesus freaks me out.
Seriously, how can you enjoy your cake when somewhere, lurking inside is little plastic baby Jesus, waiting to choke you.
And technically, is today called King Cake Day? No, it’s Pancake Tuesday, and eating this
is way more fun than having this,