Wedding Bells

Anne Marie,
Congratulations on your engagement! JP is so lucky to have found you. May your future together be filled with joy and happiness.
We love you!

Tree Stroke

Thank goodness someone in this house has the patients to find the bad fuse and fix the Christmas tree. If you

The sweet sound of silence

If you were here with me, sitting at my kitchen table, you could hear it. That

Dingo stole my baby!

Where the heck has my baby gone?

Cheerios

Cup

Mafia interview?

NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER

NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER

NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER

NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER

NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER

NO WAY JOS

Monday is laundry day at our house. So, this afternoon when I was sorting whites from colors, I come across this rank smell. Interestingly enough, it was my littlest sons little onesie. When I peeled it out of the grey jump-suit it was in (which has a story all its own), I realized it had been set aside from this mornings blowout (up the back, out the diaper and NOT AT ALL CLEANED-UP). It must have been an accident, a slip of the mind, because no one in their right mind would leave a POOP FILLED onesie lying around just waiting to get hard, crusty and even more disgusting by the minute for the laundry lady (AKA, me) to clean-up.

Just a word to the wise, NEVER