blog365 .... mmmfffp! Who’s stupid idea was it? It might be the ugly brain child of this fricken fine fellow (sorry Kamen Lee).

I was going to skip it today. I started to think up excuses:

• The dog ate my homework laptop. I just knew you wouldn’t buy that one. You know with the dog being a shitzu and all.

• I have to attend the opening of my garage door. Haahahah … Ok, so that’s not all that funny, AND I don’t have a garage and, therefore, no garage door. I could hear you all chanting, “liar, liar, pants on fire!”.

• My uncle escaped again! This is actually fairly close to the truth, AND if my family didn’t read this blog, I might just be tempted to tell you the whole sordid tale. Then again, I do tend to have that lazy streak … the one that keeps me from getting too long winded or in depth. Well, because that would take a little work and even a little work is sometimes too much work for me … it’s a LONG story.

• I have to study for a blood test. Really, I was going to go for a blood tests tomorrow at 6 a.m., but I am not supposed to eat or drink for 12 hours prior. My lazy streak kicked in right around supper time, we didn’t eat until 7’ish … I decided to wait for Monday, 7 a.m. is just too late. Tomorrow’s a busy day.

As you can see, I am a pathetic ‘excuse maker upper’. It’s easier to just blog!

What’s the best (or worse) excuse you’ve ever heard? MommyKnows you know ...

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Lately, we’ve had a lot of milk go sour, LONG before the expiration date. In fact, it has happened so often, the kids do a thorough inspection now before daring to douse their beloved cereal in potentially ‘rotten’ milk. Generally, Lizzy does the inspections, you know because she’s older and more qualified to sniff cartons and read expiry dates. Today Sam did the honors.

Sam: “Dad, I think this milk might be bad. It’s really old.”

Mr. MK: “I just bought it. How old is it?”