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, June 22, 2010
Balloons!
For those of you who don't know, I HATE HATE HATE balloons. They pop unexpectedly and even as an adult it stresses me out. Apparently, Atticus couldn't give a hoot about my irrational fears.
He found every balloon in great grandma and grandpa's.
For those of you who don't know, I HATE HATE HATE balloons. They pop unexpectedly and even as an adult it stresses me out. Apparently, Atticus couldn't give a hoot about my irrational fears.
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