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I will be very bitter if DC gets a snow day tomorrow or Wednesday and I don't because I am in Texas. That would SUCK.
It looks like you might anyway. We're supposed to have snow tomorrow- then back up to 60 for the weekend. Craxy-assed weather.
Poor sick Cindy babies!
Poor sick kidlets and poor sick-of-dealing-with-it parents.
I want to go home. I feel crummy, and I'm tired as all get out. I also want soup and a pb&j with the crusts cut off. No pony, though--too messy.
What if the pony can make you the pb&j? *That's* an equine worth having!
Oh, pshaw with the kids. It's not so bad.
Hell, I'm coming to enjoy being viciously head-butted and kicked in the kidneys in the middle of the night. It's sort of refreshing, like...
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...oh my god. I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
I think children are the ones who invented it.
...oh my god. I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
Yeah. I think that's in the fine print when you sign up for the job.
Gronk.
Video iPod + SPN = Better Commute.
I'm not sure how I lived without the thing.
Frell. A tornado hit New Orleans this morning.
I think children are the ones who invented it.
Swedish kids. DAMN YOU SWEDISH KIDS!!
Damn. Universe, lay off New Orleans!
What is it with old, cranky fathers?
I don't know, but I'm trying to change.
...oh my god. I've developed Stockholm Syndrome with my child.
Yes, this clearly defines one whole quadrant of parenting.
One which I am not personally experiencing this week since Matilda is being a total boo. Not yesterday when she almost gave her Nana a nervous breakdwon, but certainly in the morning before I go to work.