And yet, she's such an easy target. I'm talking about Pat the Bunny of course. My mother in law. Her name is Pat, but I took to referring to her as Pat the Bunny many moons ago for reasons I'm not quite certain of.
Mostly because I was having a mental conversation with myself about whether the baby book is referring to a bunny named Pat or telling us to physically pat the bunny. I've never read it so I still don't know the answer to that, but anyway the nickname stuck. When she calls my cell, it tells me I'm receiving a call from Pat the Bunny. It makes me smile. I'm mean and weird.
For those who are wondering, she does read my blog, and no I don't warn her ahead of time when she's my latest victim.
So on to this morning...
I'm no longer swallowing razor blades, but I'm so stuffed up that I can't even tell when Derek poops, and that's really stuffed up. 'Cause that kid stinks. He gets it from his father.
Anyway, Pat the Bunny mentioned last night that she had some Dayquil if I wanted some. I got up this morning and thought that might be a good idea.
Here is what I found:
Not only does it appear that Gracie Doggie at some point had a cold and helped herself to some...
...But it turns out that I'm a year and half late in getting in on some of this decongesting goodness. Expiration of 4/2008.
So I dug around some more. Here is the loot:
Tylenol, expired 4/07Contac Cold Drops, expired 9/01
Old asthma inhaler from 2001