**UPDATE: My spreadsheet is found, I now have food  and life is good again**

IT’S MONDAY, AND I’M ALREADY HUNGRY. Is it not enough that it’s Monday? I mean, that’s a huge thing all in itself. Matter of fact, that works as answer to anything:

Aubrey what’s wrong?

It’s Monday.

How’s that spreadsheet coming (oh yea, the one that’s still LOST?!)

It’s Monday.

How’s your Grandma?

It’s Monday.

What’re you thinking?

It’s Monday.

Except this time, It’s Monday and I’m Hungry. I’m hungry and I’m on a quest – for Funions. Kevin and I were driving around the other day and for some insane reason I felt the need to blurt out of nowhere, “Whenever I find Funions, I feel like I’ve won something massive.” I clenched my fists together for added emphasis.

“. . .O. . .kay?” He asked, looking at me out the corner of his eye.

“Well, you just can’t find those anywhere, it’s like a prize. A prize of yummy goodness.”

“Eww.  Funions are sooo gross!” He proclaimed.

“WHAT?! You don’t like Funions?! You don’t like Funions.” I huffed. “You mean to tell me we’re similar in every other way but you can’t stand Funions? Well, then guess what? I hate the vinegar in Salt and Vinegar chips.” Oh yes, I went there. I hated on his favorite chips.

“Well then, I hate the onions in Funions.”

We both bust up laughing and that was the end of that discussion – he won. We agreed to disagree (and what a great first disagreement that was), and get our favorite type of chips anyway – except Chevron was lame and didn’t have either.

However, he made it up to me later when he found my stash of Easy Cheese and Wheat Thins. “Oh my goodness I love these! You’re probably mad that I found them.” Mad, no. Surprised that you like them? Yes.

I got thinking of how much my father hates Easy Cheese. He calls it “Fish Cheese” because he claims it’s so similar to the cheese bait he used while fishing as a kid. He won’t even come close to a can of Easy Cheese if you paid him.  Thinking of that got me thinking of butter. Both are so similar with how they can be processed and sold in so many different forms.

And now butter’s got me thinking about toast, and pancakes, and all the other stuff I’d like to make in the morning when I get up.

But wait.

It’s Monday.

Raincheck to Tuesday? Why yes please.

MADE ME LAUGH MONDAY IS ABOUT POOP THIS TIME. Don’t even act surprised, I warned you it was coming. I haven’t edited this, but it pretty accurately sums up mine and Ashley’s conversations to the T.

Aubrey says: hey let me know what I can bring camping to help, ok?

Ashley says: taco stuff

Ashley says: and your own pop

Aubrey says: I thought you said your own poop

Aubrey says: haha! that was funny

Ashley says: I thought I did too!

Ashley says: I had to read it twice to make sure I typed pop instead of poop

Aubrey says: I’m full of crap, I’m sure I can bring some.

Ashley says: yes it was funny

Ashley says: on the list: poop. Then you can cross that out and put pop

Ashley says: don’t know how you cross out stuff, but it rocks.

Aubrey says: when you’re writing, you’ll see the BOLD button and the italics button.

Ashley says: I love (sadly?) that you cross out stuff about weddings on your blog

Aubrey says: its the ABC with a dash through it. you just click the AB button and select “strike out” and type away.

Ashley says: THAT IS SO FREAKING COOL

Ashley says: THANKS

Aubrey says: I’ll call ya later tonight.

Ashley says: 1800IMYOURFAVORITESISTER

Aubrey says: 1800IFREAKINGKNOWTHATYOU’REAWESOMENESS. Bye!

A few days later,  referring to this image:

Ashley says: Ha! I thought that Poppin my Colla was Poopin my Colla—don’t ask what I thought that meant.

Aubrey says: . . .

Then while shopping for camping supplies in Wal-Mart:

Aubrey: I have such a full cart.

Ash: Did you just say you have a cold fart?

So pretty much, we’re full of crap. It’s not completely all our fault. I blame the “Pooping in the pool is NOT cool” sign we saw while swimming with the kids. My thought process has not been the same since.

But yes Ash, I did bring the poop pop for camping, and I can’t wait. But as long as we’re on the subject. . .might I add, remember to bring TP (toilet paper).

Just in case we spill the pop of course.