We have quite a few running jokes here in this house. And the butt of most of these jokes is me. Hubby says that I should be lucky to know that I can bind the family in humor, even if I'm the subject of it. Sure, babe, thanks a lot.
My family especially consistently discusses my infomercial habits; that I am the queen of gullible. That even while vacationing with my parents one summer, after watching Billy Mays for a couple of hours on a Sunday morning, I bought so much Orange Glo that they used it for a couple of years in their home. Or how I ordered this horrible makeup on autodelivery from QVC, and that they weren't even my colors, but boy - were they a deal!
And don't get me started on the Home Party Planning stuff.
I can go on and on.
But I digress.
This post is not about me.
Because look what the cat dragged in.
Yes, it's this. Yes, my Hubby brought it home.
My kids jumped up for joy. I literally said, "O.M.G" while I rolled my eyes into the back of my head.
It sucked by the way. I almost killed myself by hitting my forehead.
It's even worse than this, which he brought home a couple of months ago.
I really should pass my tiara over to him, don't you think?