Oh, lord WTF threw himself an all out bash this morning. War is upon us and I've become to lax, complacent if you will, with my standing around here. No more! I'm sneaky...like a ninja. Battle lost, but not the war!
Apparently, as I dutifully did my morning 30 minute clean-up of the entire upstairs, lord WTF took the opportunity to enlist the curiosity of the two-year-old in his "shock and awe" maneuver. I had no idea what befell the pantry until the little tyke came upstairs with a loaf of raisin bread in hand and covered from head to toe in a powdery substance. The bread flour has met it's demise along with some rice and I believe I saw a St. Patrick's day derby filled with dried pinto beans. I'm going to give myself an ulcer if I don't get a chance to go outside and scream, but since it's blustery and snowing, I'll settle for a blog.
If lord WTF wants to clash swords, so be it!! Dustbuster at the ready and a firm "stink eye" set in place to threaten his recruits with. Bring it.
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