Robin, good to know! Thank you.
Alrighty. I'm off to the hospital. Send the ~ma at noon.
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Robin, good to know! Thank you.
Alrighty. I'm off to the hospital. Send the ~ma at noon.
I didn't think d was Dee, because d does post, not often enough, but still. I wonder who Dee is.
Come out, come out, wherever you are, unless you're intent on a massacre, or something.
Cindy's tag is making me think of yams.
Sending vw special early ~ma because I might not be around at noon.
Sadly, I'm a yamless sahm sham. But it made me think of yams yesterday when I copped it from beth's post, too.
a yamless sahm sham
This could be my tag into perpetuity. I hate yams. And I am such a sahm sham, it's not even funny. She says as the baby giggles somewhere in the other room, unsupervised...
I'm not big on yams either, but I do think they need to be part of the Thanksgiving dinner, whether I eat them or not, just because.
My boys are at school. My daughter is going in a half an hour (and then I pick up younger son). She is watching Mr. Rogers. I actually think Mr. Rogers is a better influence on her than I could ever be. But most of my shamming comes from the housewife arena of sahmdom.
Huh. I use made up words more often than is seemly.
Okay, then quickly (because I have to leave) and without googling: how many people were killed in the Boston Massacre?
I said without googling!
According to Roseanne, if the kids are all alive at five PM, you've done your job, Cindy.
Aren't yams sweet potatoes? Because I can French fry a mean sweet potato. With cinnamon and sugar. And butter.
oops. pulled a Dan Quayle.
Five.