Robotic voice: Please enter or say your credit card number, followed by your bank account number, followed by your social security number, followed by your birth date, followed by your zip code, followed by your favorite 6-digit number, then press pound.
Sara: Beep beep boop beep boop (etc. until within 2 digits of finishing)
Charlotte: BOT PLEASE MAMA!!!!
Robotic voice: I'm sorry, I didn't understand that. Please enter or say your credit card number, followed by your bank account number....
Sara: (closing self in bathroom) beep beep boop beep boop
Emily: (banging on door) I NEED TO GO PEE PEE!!!!!
Robotic voice: I'm sorry, I didn't understand that...
Repeat times 1000 until I have retreated to the porch and the automated system finally gives up and transfers me to a real live person
Real Live Person: Hello Mrs. Randall. May I please have your credit card number...
Charlotte: (busting outside) MORE BOT IN!!!!
Real Live Person: I'm sorry, I'm hearing a lot of background noise, what was that?
Thankfully though I have yet to misplace my phone, I have a checkbook, and I have a credit/ATM card in my posession. And as if that weren't enough, I even found my license that I lost back in March, which I have of course had replaced already, but I guess it's just a getting things back under control kinda week. Which is awesome. I don't have too many of those.
Since today is a Tuesday, which means I am shot from getting girls to dance and fed and peed and changed and entertaining the petulant younger of the two for 45 minutes while the other one dances, I've decided to just show you what is sitting on my kitchen windowsill. I have to stare at it for what feels like hours every day as I do dishes, so I'm sure y'all'll be enthralled by it as well.
First we have some shells:
Next up is a cactus:
Speaking of killing plants, next comes these guys:
But! Lest you think I am hopeless at growing anything, behold my fungus!
Yes, my first box of mushrooms failed to grow, but the second box I ordered (at the same time to get free shipping) is thriving! Just look at all of those delicious mushrooms just waiting to become a stir-fry! I hope they mature soon, because they kind of freak me out. Clusters of things other than flowers always kind give me the heebie-jeebies.
And speaking of other things I am able to easily grow on my windowsill:
|My version of an ant farm|
No wonder I hate doing the dishes. Every time I step up to my sink I am confronted by a monument to my failures. I think a bit of redecoration is in order.