Happy, happy birthday Sail!
Aims, that bitch needs to have the ever-lovin' shit slapped outta her.
Also?
I'm verra, verra stoned. Verra.
'Heart Of Gold'
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Happy, happy birthday Sail!
Aims, that bitch needs to have the ever-lovin' shit slapped outta her.
Also?
I'm verra, verra stoned. Verra.
She totally does. She is just so damned evil sometimes.
And to put it in her face, Emeline and I just toally had a dance party in the kitchen to "Single Ladies". So ha.
Unless you're a professional, dance isn't about doing it "right." It's about having fun.
Dammit.
Perzactly!!
Childrens are so ... mind-bendingly crazy.
"Emeline! Stop. Jumping. On. Your. Bed!!"
"I'm not!! I'm doing somersaults."
t Aimee bangs head on counter
"I'm not!! I'm doing somersaults."
That sounds just like my nephew at that age. I told him to stop swinging a bag around at a store and he kept insisting he wasn't until he finally said, "I'm twirling it."
I have found possibly the smoothest, creamiest doppelbock in the history of doppelbocks. For those of you with access to Wisconsin microbrews be on the lookout for Capital Brewery's Platinum Blonde Doppelbock. Yum.
Happy birthday, Sail!!! May this be your best year ever until next year!
Aims, that bitch needs to have the ever-lovin' shit slapped outta her.
Yes. Wholeheartedly, yes.
I'm verra, verra stoned. Verra.
Duuuude. I'm glad you're home and okay.
Went to a wedding this weekend that was great. Had lovely time.
Came home and got hit hard with the real world. Anyone up for some smiting? Matt, care to make an arson run to Mississippi?
I could smite - whatcha got?
Happy birthday, Sail!
Matilda conversation just now:
Matilda: I don't want to help you! I want to pee on the potty!
Me: (God forbid we miss a chance to reinforce the potty) HEY THAT'S GREAT LET'S GO NOW GOOD JOB WANT SOME CHOCOLATE MILK?
Matilda: (silent sly look from the potty, then cracks up, then looks serious again) You wanna pee too, Mommy?
Me: No, thank you, not right now. I just went.
I pass a small amount of gas
Matilda: (very stern) Now, Mommy, you farted. And you DON'T SAY NO. 'Cause you farted.