My life is really busy. I've got two little boys (no, I don't wish I had a girl) and a Gus (puppy), all of whom slobber on me, wrestle with me, accidentally pee on me, and fill my days with endless laughter and joy. Ohh, and dirt. My issue isn't whether this shirt goes with those pants; it's which shirt hides more signs of boy. It's the life of a girl surrounded by truckloads of testosterone seeking a little perspective and the occasional opportunity to pee on my own.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Which is more wrong- the fact that my kid is eating meat like a crazed killed or the spellings on the sign?
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
Glad to see he eats meat. Next he will want me to take him deer hunting. Pete
1 comment:
Glad to see he eats meat. Next he will want me to take him deer hunting. Pete
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