I don’t get to spend nearly enough quality time with this part of my family, but when I do I’m reminded of the standard that has been set.
Would you look at these guys. You can practically hear the banjos dueling in the background.
Luckily no one brought up race at the dinner table, otherwise there would have been a somewhat delicious food fight.
My team of “sister wives” is wide and deep and doesn’t get enough public praise for their contribution.
“I guarantee you she has been playing this role since Amy T. locked herself in the bathroom at Amy J.’s slumber party in fourth grade. That’s when she learned what got her off, and she has been seeking it out like a junkie every since.”
“I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls.”
Here I am talking about farts and I am not happy about it. Not one bit.
What complicated situation in my life has the Avon World Sales Leader NOT solved?
When they weren’t playing hide and seek, throwing frisbees, or constructing elaborate forts out of quilts.
The only thing that is going to top this for her upcoming birthday is a real live puppy, and wow is she going to be devastated with a gift card to a hardware store.