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Poof! You guys are a blog post.
I wave my invisible wand. Kyle points the sink squirter at me.
Ken yelps. Don’t spray mom! If you spray her, she will turn us into another blog post.

That’s right! I will turn you into two posts instead of one. That’s what you get for my being out numbered. Men…… hmph….. My husband and teenage son do not appreciate the money I am saving our family by ordering make-up off TV. They say if I order one more mineral eye shadow they are going to bury me in a QVC envelope… with all the jewelry that I can’t find.
 
Actually dad, I have a better idea. Instead of burying mom in one of those padded envelopes, let’s bury her in that vacuum bag she bought. The one you stick the vacuum hose into and it sucks all the air out and shrinks the blankets into washcloths or something.

Good idea, Kyle. That way mom will be 3 feet instead of 5 feet and cheaper to send back.
 
If we shrink her with the vacuum bag, we need to mark it non-returnable.


Unless we take the vacuum bag and put it into the pizza box she ordered. The one with the Styrofoam cooler inside of it. But we’d have to mark that one perishable.
 
Okay, okay - that’s it. You guys obviously do not appreciate my thriftiness, which I might add, I work very hard at. Soooo,,, you wash the dishes. I’m out of here.
 
What? Why do we have to do the dishes?
 
Because I cut back last week and didn’t order the room-a-zoom-dishwash-a-matic-thingy.
 
Don’t make me squirt you.
 
Poof! You’re a blog post.

Life recipe: Sometimes men are blockheads — and that’s why they are so much fun to be blockheads with.