This just in, from
This just in, from the TMI department:
2 year old woke up dry from her nap yesterday. Peed in potty. Today she pooped in potty. Film at 11.
I have been having really vivid and somewhat disturbing dreams lately. I’m anxiously awaiting the anonymous blog so that I may contribute.
What the hell kind of self-respecting Lab refuses to eat eggs? I just had a divine egg salad sandwich with onions and bacon and cheese and I dropped a little on the floor, and the stupid dog licked all the goo off the egg particle and left the egg on the carpet. Idjit.
The weather’s going to change. My arm hurts. Hub was apparently jealous of my weather forecasting ability, so he twisted his knee a while back (and if I tell the story of how he does it, I’ll probably get a call from a divorce attorney tomorrow, but suffice it to say that it makes me laugh [secretly of course] each and every time I think of it) and now it aches when there’s a change in the weather. I think he’s a Johnny-come-lately copycat man, but there it is.