At then end of the day when I’m hot and sticky and desperately in need of a cold shower, it feels like summer can’t be over soon enough.
Monthly Archives: July 2017
Let me just pause right here and say that there is some serious hillbilly shit on Youtube.
Fingers crossed he will grow to be the perfect 35 pound dog and not a 200 pound freak of nature.
I was like, “HA! BOOBS!” and my kid was like, “Huh? What? Where?” and I pointed out the sticker and he was like, “That’s a face,” and I was like, “Yep, definitely not hitting puberty yet.”
Just when I was feeling like an inferior parent because she was actually paying attention to the crap they were talking about, she offered $1 to anyone willing to eat a jalapeño.
You should totally give him that chicken. They can live in his trailer in Longmont together.
FYI, this is going to be a long and boring post with no pictures of boobs. Sorry.
I’ve been doing it for so long that I don’t think much of it other than it is part of my morning and nightly ritual, like brushing my teeth.
Most parents (or child-care involved people) will know about the potty talk phase. It’s when kids are obsessed with bodily functions. It usually subsides after about a year of telling them to knock it off but it has only gotten worse. Not my kids. Me. For a while I appeared to be obsessed with writing […]
The great irony is that of all the people to send that gaff, no one is more likely to write something like that on purpose.