THURSDAY MORNING 8:58 a.m. : Base camp is in fairly good shape this morning. It should take less than an hour to whip things back into the shape they were at approximately 16 hours ago, so that is good. Of course, that leaves me no choice but to tackle that mountain today. Crap. Can you climb a mountain in a haz-mat suit? There will be skivvies. Scary, scary skivvies.
10:14 a.m. : The dishwasher has once again been tamed. In 5 minutes, I am going to begin my ascent up the mountain. I fear for my safety. If no one hears from me by noon, send reinforcements.
2:36 p.m. : No word from Chasity in more than 4 hours. Search party assembled and deployed.
3:26 p.m. : Base camp has lost contact with the search party. What the heck is going on up there?
10:14 a.m. : The dishwasher has once again been tamed. In 5 minutes, I am going to begin my ascent up the mountain. I fear for my safety. If no one hears from me by noon, send reinforcements.
2:36 p.m. : No word from Chasity in more than 4 hours. Search party assembled and deployed.
3:26 p.m. : Base camp has lost contact with the search party. What the heck is going on up there?
2 comments:
I shuddered FOR YOU over the skivvies...and for me, knowing the danger that lurks in my laundry room for me where skivvies are concerned...
Oh the laundry! I would come looking for you, but I am too busy running the other way!
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