That was a joke. Take a deep breath.
Tomorrow is the boys' birthday party. There is a bounce house in my garage, 10lbs of cereal and various fixings in my kitchen, two cakes in my fridge, and two very swollen ankles attached to my legs.
I'm blogging random stuff from my life, while hubband finishes sweeping.
So here you go:
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| The vanity plates will never stop being entertaining. |
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| Ah, fashionista in the making. He later put on his sandals. |
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| This is how we say good morning. |
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| Does this really need a caption? |
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| Lets shove a pillow into this seat, then totally... NOT use it. |
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| He is awesome. And getting so big. It's a little scary. |
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| Three drive-thru lanes at the Chic-fil-A. A cop to direct traffic. Mass pandemonium. I've eaten there once. NOT on a Saturday. |
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| Amish hat. Kills me everytime. |
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| Bob, Does this earn me my "temporary honorary membership" into the Gingy Club??? Also note the awesome bags under my eyes. That's after makeup. This fetus isn't even born yet and I'm only averaging 3.5 hours of sleep a night! |
1 reviews:
Yes, I love it! Let's hope it lasts through Christmas.
I woke up at 9:30am today. WTF? That never happens...I feel like I'm 15 again. Minus I totally have boobs now. And a butt. And pretty much every other body part requested in high school but I didn't actually get until after graduation.
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