If I was Ricky Ricardo and William was Lucille Ball, I’d be yelling “Lucy!” just about now!

I noticed that the light was on in the garage. As I walked towards the back door I saw an open and empty box of gluten-free brown rice crispies. I hurried outside to see if I could salvage any of the very expensive cereal. First, I noticed the empty water bottle lying on its side abandoned in the dirt. Then I saw a shirt on the concrete and a mostly empty bottle of exfoliating soft scrub on the grill. As I walked towards the swings I saw an empty bag of marshmallows and clementine peels in the grass. I stepped onto the grass into a squishy pile of something. I was quite relieved to see it was blue and decided my foot needed to be exfoliated anyway. And then I found the gluten free rice crispies. They were spread out in the grass and under the swings … William didn’t even eat them!

“LUCY!”

The only problem with this scenario you ask? Oh … that’s the part that William doesn’t care.