No thank you!

We all like ‘minty’ fresh breath but pickle breath???? GROSS! Reminds me of my best friend in the 6th grade who had pickles and milk for breakfast everyday before school. (Oh I miss her!) How’d I know? She told me and I believed her. The proof was in her breath…everyday.

via perpetual kid

Fried Pickles? Maybe, depending on where it’s from. I can’t even bring myself to munch on regular pickles but toothpaste really??

Lunar Eclipse

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This afternoon I got gas at a station that doesn’t have an ATM machine attached to it. So I had to pay the old school way and actually go in the store. I told the lady I needed gas and waited to swipe my debit card. When she asked which vehicle, I tell her I’m the Suburban (there were only 2 cars at the station, my SUV and a small car). She looks out her window and then asks where. So I tell her the red Suburban…kind of maroonish. So she’s still looking at me like she can’t see my Suburban sittting next to the pump. After going back and forth a few more times, I finally pointed out her window and swiped my debit card. I mean really, how hard is it to spot my huge Suburban, there were only 2 pumps!

Well after my errand, I drive by another SUV that looks like mine and of course Enzo points out our look alike…well I finally realized why the lady couldn’t find my Suburban in a 2 pump gas station.

My truck looks similar to this:

I drive a Ford Expedition.

You really shouldn’t ask everything out loud

While driving down the interstate today, we hit a smoky area. At first I couldn’t tell if maybe the heat was causing it to look ‘foggy’ or if my contacts were messed up again but then by the time we were really driving through it, the smell of smoke entered the vents. So we all decided that there must be some kind of fire/burn somewhere nearby.

Maybe we had inhaled too much smoke, I don’t know, but one of my kids, who shall remain unidentified, asked me:

“How do you know what number to call when there’s a fire?”

Really?? haha oh boy! Thank you Lord for giving us children that make us laugh even when times are crazy.