Apparently, I've lost my marbles (again)...and this time I am not sure I'll find them. The inmates seem to be running the White Trash Asylum. I swear, if someone came here they would think I am running a home for wayward boys. That's just from looking at the kitchen...which has a beautiful coloring or BBQ sauce with a white marshmallow stripe down the middle.
Darth Vader is here singing C & C Music Factory's Everybody Dance Now... It's sad when your eight year old son sings things that came out when you were in middle school. I guess it could be worse - he could like Grease. Not that there's anything wrong with Grease...I love the movie.
Speaking of kitchen - the White Trash Cafe no longer has a dish washer. We bought it right when we moved in here about 2 1/2 years ago and now it doesn't work. The Cop Magnet has tested the power and the thingies are all fine. I don't know what's wrong with it. I do know what dish pan hands look like...they look like mine. Poppy is coming tomorrow to help The Cop Magnet pull it out of the cabinet and look at it.Labels: white trash cafe, white trash central |
