We had our middle daughter's 8th birthday party yesterday at noon. And so when 10:17am rolled around and my husband and I were in bed and instead of getting up he pulled the covers over his head I was so, so proud of him. And I then enthusiastically joined him under the covers. It's like …
I can't tell if this was the best tote to have grabbed to take my laptop to jury duty... or the worst one. (And another literary spoof title. I might make that a thing. I am so very easily amused... Dickens, Harper Lee... it's all fair game.)
Crap. So yesterday our oldest put her pet mice (named Almond and Honey) on her shoulder and I cracked a joke about "Oh no! You have head-mice!" She laughed. I didn't- because holy hell. When was the last time I checked your head for actual lice?! She didn't have any. Her sister did though. F*****CK! …
I mopped the floor. Just wanted to put that out there.
