So Beth called and was all, “So, um, do you want to come to a tupperware party with me?” And I was all, “Um, Beth, you just said, ‘tupperware party.’” And she was all, “Um, yah, I know, but there’s going to be wine there.” And I was all, “Come pick me up!” So we [...]
For noticing that my daughter has the dog’s half-eaten rawhide bone in her mouth, and instead of rushing over to yank it from her mouth thinking, hmm. At least she’s not screaming.
This morning in the Armstrong household we celebrated the Mormon Hymnal Recitation Bonanza. It sounds pretty fancy, I know, I know, but really, I hate to get you all excited because all it entailed was Leta sitting in the highchair staring blankly at me as I shouted “The Spirit of God Like a Fire is [...]
Beth took this shot also. Jon had been raking leaves for over four hours, and damn! I still wanted to eat him alive.