This is the second weekend Mr.Potato Head has just ate what he feels like, then drive over to my house so we can get something to eat to balance out his system. Today, he just made it. He had to have Dairy Queen cheap ice cream (his words!). when he went to pay, He was sluring his words bad. Instead of saying juggler, he said jugler, as in vein. The guy at the drive through window couldn't understand him. Oh boy. Take me a way Calgon!
But, the ice cream did help him out a little, at least the truck was going back and forth.
That was my scare for the day.
now to wipe the sweat off my brow....
