I'm beginning to wonder if Steph is actually a cat.
I was raised by cats. I still observe the Old Ways.
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I'm beginning to wonder if Steph is actually a cat.
I was raised by cats. I still observe the Old Ways.
If someone shook a can of pennies at me, I'd have to snatch it and run to one of those coin-counter machines. It's the modern-day version of the witch having to stop and count all the grains of rice on your doorstep.
I'd grab the can and say "Ow! Stop making that noise!"
I picture myself melting like the the wicked witch of the west, moaning "migraine, migraine".
Where I had an image of using it in a more gentle, slidey motion as a percussion instrument.
I was raised by cats. I still observe the Old Ways.
If we ever meet, I am bringing a laser pointer!
I had the BEST time with Tom in NYC. I hope I didn't make you too anxious--I loved hanging out with you.
I posted a cute picture of ltc earlier today with the caption "Mommy thinks I'm going to let her read the paper". And I got a response from an inlaw that surely the baby is more fun and exciting than current events. Seriously? Why does everyone want to seem to want to make moms feel guilty if they don't want to spend 24/7 playing with their babies. I love ltc more than anything but sometimes I just need a break. Or am I being too sensitive?
When K was born my sister took me aside and said, "It's okay to be relieved when the baby goes to sleep." Heck, it's okay to be happy when the 6-year old goes to sleep...
Your in-law is being a doofus. Ignore.