If it were up to me, youโd be a shoo-in for the Nobel Peace Prize.
It's our Moo-LAN party!
Shoo flies
I guess you could say I got a brand new pair of shoos.
I shoo it away and it keeps coming back.
Me: this fruit fly won't leave my phone alone. It keeps coming back.
Boyfriend: Well, it is an apple.
We've been having problems with flies in our house. Today, as we were in the process of shooing them out an open window, she said, "Go away! This is a no-fly zone!"
So my Pops asks if I could help him get the Christmas "stuff" down from the loft with him. We have a loft above the garage where we store seasonal decorations.
He'll go up in the loft and I'll stand on the middle of the ladder, where he hands me the plastic containers, which I'll place on the floor.
As soon as he gets up there I see that the most accessible and logical box to take down first is the one with the wrapping paper. I reach for it and he shoos me away coming up with an excuse to leave it up there for the time being.
Right then and there I knew exactly what he was doing and I couldn't stop it.
We get the absurd amount of containers down until there's only the one left. He hands it too me and says, "Whelp.. that about wraps it up. Haha."
It's not even that good and I knew it was coming for the whole half-hour, but never the less I rolled my eyes and gave him his moment of glory. He deserves it.
