I've been cleaning up the crime scene all morning.
Four juice boxes thrown on the blood sugar station, completely depleted of its juice. Crushed from the force of suction from a young boy's satiating eagerness.
Test strips littering the floor from harried blood sugar testing.
Tubes of yogurt and banana peels lay on the kitchen table like corpses...ready for their chalk outline.
Inside the refrigerator, pieces of hot dog torn off...incriminating evidence that Lawton received a treat for alerting on a low.
Four blood sugar monitors taking cover in different geography of the house...each with a history more incriminating than the next.
And the creme de la creme of evidence...the DNA within blood smears on the low food cupboard from hands that moments before had been poked by a lancet.
It's all there...and before the jury goes out I am confessing.
We are guilty.
My hands are in front of me, ready to be taken away...
To Hawaii maybe?
Ha ha!!! Yes, Hawaii fits this crime!! :)
ReplyDeleteI love the way you described the juice boxes. "Crushed from the force of suction from a young boy's satiating eagerness." That happens here too! :)
How about Paris... for some shopers therapy :)
ReplyDeleteGreat CSI episode lineup... I sense a script in the works! If I were on the jury, I'd vote to sentence you to work release in Hawaii, where the only tasks at hand will be what beach to lounge on with what drink.
ReplyDeleteWAIT!!! Tell them to come get me too!!!! We'll share a cell :)
ReplyDeleteLOL! Love it! Can I give myself up too! I think I'm due for some "hard time" in Hawaii too :)
ReplyDeletelol this was very creative, I enjoyed reading it :) And I say you definitely deserve Hawaii!
ReplyDeletehawaii sounds like a great idea to me!
ReplyDeleteOh, Oh, I want to confess, too!! Take me away, PLEASE!!!
ReplyDeleteAlways love your way of writing about things...much needed smiles and giggles during my crazy day!
Hawaii it is...and I am guilty over here of something I am sure...so "HAWAII" for me TOO!!! YAY!!!!
ReplyDeleteHave a great w/e Meri!
Our evidence usually shows up in the morning... revealing the carnage of overnight lows. Bathroom counter littered with proof that I, too, am guilty and MUST be taken away... to Hawaii!
ReplyDeletenope, I think it was us - up all night in a hotel waking all the other family members with a relentless low...so Hawaii it is! Okay with me!
ReplyDeleteRight on and I totally hear ya!
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You are great! : ) You can turn an awful crime scene into comedy. Hope those lows are all better now!
ReplyDeleteAnd dude-you DESERVE Hawaii! : )