For the past week, I have been absolutely riveted to CNBC, CNN, and BNN television networks. I have been trying my utmost to glean any and all information I can about the proposed "bail-out" that the Powers-That-Be are trying to create, in order to save the world economy from implosion.
I have been bombarding my husband with questions... Questions that, as it turns out, even HE doesn't know the answer to. Because, let's face it, no one has ever been through an historic event quite like the one that is taking place right now... And, unfortunately, there ain't no formal business qualification that can prepare you to have to deal with a situation like the one we find ourselves in.
Finally, The Husband had had enough of my pestering.
"You've got to stop it!!" he insisted, completely exasperated with me. "Stop watching!!"
How, I queried, shriekingly, could I POSSIBLY stop watching, when the outcome of the next few days will determine the course of our future?
"It's like this," he sighed, looking straight into my eyes. "Making up law like this is like making sausage."
"Exactly," he continued. "If you watch the sausage-making process too closely, it gets pretty gross. So the best thing to do is just AVERT YOUR EYES, and let them get on with it. But, DON'T WATCH TOO CLOSELY. Or you might have an even harder time stomach-ing it later on."
Grudgingly, I agreed with him.
And I turned to my little girlies, and asked them what we could do for FUN, instead.
I kid you not, folks. THIS is what they came up with:
As it turns out, THIS is a GREAT way to spend a sunny afternoon:
Out in the garden, on the lawn... because it's much more pleasant if you don't have to listen to the loud clanging on the kitchen floor, every time somebody starts giggling so hard, the spoon falls OFF.
Big fun, people. BIG.
That is, unless you are ME.
Unlike my children who inherited my husband's cute-as-a-button, squoodgy little nose, which is perfectly designed to "hang" a teaspoon on...
I sport a hawking, aquiline schnozzzzz, bestowed upon me by my own overly-generous father.
A schnozzzzz, with solid BONE right. down. to. the. tip.
Which makes it IMPOSSIBLE to balance even the largest soup-ladle on.