The girl cherub has taken over the job of writing down our weekly dinner schedule for me. I fully intend to show this and the naked baby pictures to all first dates. (For the record: I had sushi Wednesday night, not peissa, like everyone else.)
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The girl cherub has taken over the job of writing down our weekly dinner schedule for me. I fully intend to show this and the naked baby pictures to all first dates. (For the record: I had sushi Wednesday night, not peissa, like everyone else.)
While I do realize that you in fact know everything, it would be greatly appreciate if you would kindly stop asking me questions, then telling me that my answer is wrong. In addition, but equally entertaining for me is your innate inability to do anything other that what you want to, without full on tantrum...
Ha ha ha ha ha! Hilarious! I’m sorry that your stresses are so entertaining for me. :o)
How funny! Oh, I needed that!
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Mine around the same age: “Mom, what’s for dinner?”
Me: “Grilled cheese.”
Him: “Well, don’t make any for me because I’m running away from home.”
At that point it was all I could do to avoid saying, “Can I help you pack?”
MM, now I’m craving grilled cheese. Do I have to run away to get one? Cause I will. Especially since almost 18 and just turned 6, aren’t any better.
Last night at Jack’s pack meeting, his den won the ‘little scout’ award. A creepy little wooden cut out of a cub scout, given for most people present at a pack meeting. Jack’s den is one of the smallest at only 4 scouts. So how did we win you may ask? Well it seems one...
I ran to the grocery store today to deposit a check and pick up some salsa for dinner. The check depositing went off with any incident, so I wandered over to salsa aisle to select some cheap salsa for Mexican Corn Bread. I as I debated each jar’s merit, I became aware of I’d Love...
Considering that Conway Twitty practically had a “fro” when he sang it, yeah, it is the creepiest song ever.
You DARE not blaspheme the name of the Great Twitty!
Jeff, that guy is creepy.
I’m really starting to doubt if we can carry on in this marriage.
My mom had a thing for Twitty. Never could understand it.
This is a test… just noticed you weren’t getting email notifications again.
Jack is new to scouting. Today we participating in the rain gutter regatta, where they set up rain gutters wrapped in ply wood and race little wooden boats the scouts build from kits. I guess it’s the new soap box derby thingy. I don’t know, my brother was never in scouts either, so this is...
Welcome to the club…LOL!
Isn’t it stunning and a little scary how easy it is to slip over to the Dark Side?