You know, I don't get e-mail forwards anymore. Are they no longer circulating? Has it lost its allure now that the sender can't send questionable material to a "work" e-mail? There is no shortage of Facebook garbage, but it doesn't seem to be the lists anymore. I don't think I would go so far as to say I miss it. Just nostalgic for the:
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So, I am making my own list of ways my family messes with me:
1. Babies pooping right after a bath. C'mon, Piper, I just cleaned out all those crevices, must you fill it with runny baby poo? Usually, it is a as Bob would say an "ass-plosion."
2. Pooping right after I changed the garbage can or cleaned the diaper pail.
3. Forgetting how to swallow, right after I have changed your clothes. Do you like milk in your neck, Piper? Does a damp spot on your sleeper remind you of the wet womb?
4. Showing interest in sitting on the toilet only at nap and bedtime. Guilty, Macy. Yeah, you're cute, but this is not cute.
5. Deciding you want in the house at inopportune times. Kids in bathtub? Settling down for a nap? Bark, Bark, that sounds like Lincoln's bark. Crap.
Showing posts with label Lincoln. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lincoln. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Blogging, easier than a puppy, right?
I think I need a blog. I like reading blogs. I have some winter doldrums, and it seems like a better idea than a puppy.
The husband came home the other night after a happy hour with the maintenance guys from work. Apparently, they all have black labs. It made him miss 'ole block-headed Oscar. I think we're a one-dog family, but when Bob is getting puppy love, it sure makes me want one. He says he wouldn't actually want a puppy, but just the prospect of another pet makes me think puppy.
But a blog, I can ignore for months at a time. Lincoln won't get jealous of a blog. And maybe it will help with the sanity a bit...
The problem is I don't really have some mad skills to blog about, a real interesting "story", or even hardcore opinions I want to defend. I think my kids are hilarious and adorable, does that necessitate a blog? Probably not, but there are worse vices...
The husband came home the other night after a happy hour with the maintenance guys from work. Apparently, they all have black labs. It made him miss 'ole block-headed Oscar. I think we're a one-dog family, but when Bob is getting puppy love, it sure makes me want one. He says he wouldn't actually want a puppy, but just the prospect of another pet makes me think puppy.
But a blog, I can ignore for months at a time. Lincoln won't get jealous of a blog. And maybe it will help with the sanity a bit...
The problem is I don't really have some mad skills to blog about, a real interesting "story", or even hardcore opinions I want to defend. I think my kids are hilarious and adorable, does that necessitate a blog? Probably not, but there are worse vices...
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