Not much to say today... but I did want to share this because it is too funny.
I received a text from my youngest daughter today.
"Can I have a breado"
I'm reading it, thinking breado...WTF is a breado? I was sitting at my desk repeatedly whispering "breado" to myself trying to figure it out. My co-workers were poised to call the men in white coats ... we only live 25 minutes from the provincial mental hospital so they could have come quickly. I sounded like I was playing that game where you repeatedly say a gibberish phrase until it makes sense (can't remember the name of the game offhand).
Suddenly it made sense!!!!
Breado ... breado ....BREADO ...BURRITO!!!!
She wanted a burrito.
I texted back ...A burrito? Yes you may.
I call myself Mom.