Foiled again

So I am in day six of my cleanse. I am hangry from six days of eating nothing but roughage, and the children are being dirty rats. It is -7658 degrees outside and for some reason I can’t explain, I let Noodle buy cupcakes for the kids’ dessert.

I whine to Bucket, knowing he is going to say hell to the no: Yvonne thinks I should get a massage so I can get rid of all the toxins.

(If you know me at all, you know I will use any excuse possible to get a massage. I need a massage to make my gimpy knee feel better! I need a massage because my neck won’t turn all the way to one side! I need a massage because it’s Tuesday! Bucket knows me kind of well, so I thought for sure he wouldn’t go for the toxins theory.)

Bucket: Sure.


And then…

So can I go out with the guys on March 27th?