The other day I was cleaning off my dresser for the one hundred, four thousanth time.
(What? I maybe sorta kinda have a problem with piling things on it. See humiliating proof here. And well, here, here, here and, oh... here.)
Anyway, as I was trying to find the top of my dresser so I could remember what it looked like, I came across a homemade "card" my daughter gave me for my recent birthday.
I read it. Smiled. Folded it back up. And walked it to the trash can in the kitchen.
Just when I was about to let it fall into the trash, she comes walking up. Caught. In the act.
"Mom? What is that?" She asked.
"Um, let me see," I fumbled to unfold it as I tried to formulate a plan to get me out of this mess. "Oh, um, I guess it's your birthday card you made me." And offered a half-hearted smile.
"What are you doing with it?" She asked incredulously.
"I was, um, just putting it up on the fridge," I fudged as I lovingly smoothed it out, reached over the trash can and put two magnets on it just so.
"Oh," my daughter said, "for a minute there it looked like you were about to throw it away!" Then she walked away.
Oh come on, we've all been "caught in the act." Admit it!!
I mean, the VERY SAME THING just happened to Frankie Heck on the sitcom "The Middle" two weeks ago. And I laughed. Hard.
Because it's just so true. Us moms can't get away with NOTHING!
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