The One with the Frozen Face

MckMama is back with her own "not me" post.

I had to join the fun.

I don't like being left out, you know.

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I definitely did not freeze my face off last night at our youth group sledding adventure.

Nope, not me.

I'm always totally prepared for the conditions.

Which I why I would never look at my neck gator.

And then choose to leave it home.

Nope.

It did not take fourteen (count 'em 14) months to get my toilet perfectly clean.*

Nope. The moment I moved in I had that baby up to snuff.

I was not grossed out at the notion of cleaning up other families' muck.

Nah! I've worked on a campground cleaning staff.

I've handling a whole slew of messes I never thought I'd see.

So something in my own bathroom would certainly not go untouched.

And I certainly did not read a book series completely out of order.

Nope, not me.

I always research books before I borrow them from the library.

Therefore, I would never reach the end of a lovely novel by Karen Kingsbury.

And discover I had just read book one (Sunrise) of the third series in the "Baxter Family Drama."

But at that point, I wouldn't want to start over, 10 books back, hoping I would forget all the little secrets I now know.

And I would never admit to the high likelihood of actually forgetting said details.

Nope, not me. I have a memory like....

well...

like my husband.

(yeah.

right.)

*Now, I must clarify this.

I really do clean our toilet each week.

But it's that grimy caulking around the base of the cammode I was successfully ignoring.

Until today.

When I doned a pair of gloves.

Dumped bleach on some paper towels.

And went to town.

I've never been happier.

Or more disgusted.

adorkably yours,