Here's the 411:
The name is F-Bomb Friday. Yeah, yeah...I know. High class, right?
You don't have to use the F-Bomb. I'm liking just the phrase F-Bomb all by itself.
If you have a story that you wanna tell that is worthy of an F-Bomb, a CRAP, a D'oh! (ala Homer Simpson), whatever word you wanna use, share it with us!
Come on, I know you wanna let your inner sailor out! And, you're in France now, it's not like you're gonna see anyone you know!
* Have you ever had a prank played on you?
* Have you ever rushed to get to a meeting but it was the wrong day?
* Have you ever thought you lost something only to find it in your pocket?
Join the fun, dish, spill it! Let's hear your F-Bomb moments!
Here is my F-Bomb Friday moment:
A few weeks ago when we were getting ready to head south for our Christmas break, my husband spent about 4 to 5 hours baking banana bread to take and give to our family.
We wrapped it up all nice and cute-like to present to the family members we would be staying with.
My hubs was pretty proud of that banana bread.
Actually, now that I think about it, this story has a couple of F-Bomb moments. The first one comes when we take off at 4:30 a.m. that Saturday and get down the road a mile or so and realize we forgot something. Dang!
So we go back to the house and I hurriedly gather the stocking stuffers that were almost left behind. Whew! Thank goodness I remembered.
About 300 miles later it hits me: We forgot the bread. Damn!
Anyhoo, my mom came over and put it all in the freezer so it wouldn't be ruined before we got back.
About 3 days after we got home I pulled one of the loaves out of the freezer. Let it thaw out and sliced off a nice piece for each of us. It was really good...
The next day I had another piece for breakfast. It was really good...so after lunch I decided to have another small piece. Yeah, yeah, no wonder I'm fat, whatever.
As I was eating the bread and thinking, "Wow, hubs makes some good banana bread!", I flipped it over and looked at the bottom of it.
This is not the actual bread, but you get the idea.
Gag. Wretch. Barf.
How in the heck did it go from frozen to moldy in 24 hours?! And, more importantly, how much of that crap did my family and I eat?
Now doesn't that make your inner sailor scream?
I told you mine now you tell me yours! It doesn't have to be a new post, just link back to me and have fun!