Wednesday, August 27, 2008 | 15 responses | Filed Under: Photabulous & Wordless Wednesday
A Wordless Wednesday
28 responses | Filed Under: Daily & Photabulous & Why I Love Demerol
New Box of Colors and Pair of Blunt Scissors… $5.00
New Pair of Shoes… $40
New Backpack… $20
One Bag of Frozen Peas to Keep Black-Eye that He Came Home with on the Second Day of Preschool from Swelling … $1.00
Look on Daddy's Face When Teacher Explains that the Other Kid Has Two Shiners & a Busted Lip… Priceless.
Saturday, August 23, 2008 | 23 responses | Filed Under: Daily & Photabulous & Weekly Winners
So it's Sunday again, eh?
He starts Pre-K on Monday. If I'm smart, I'll remember the waterproof mascara...
This is almost a stink eye... I think. (P.S. I totally got him a haircut that day too, I swear.)
This week's product placement by Hanes. (The inside out and backwards line.)
Nine-year-olds get awfully excited when you tell them that their shirt says "Road of Death" in French. Trust me.
I'm sorry that I didn't get a chance to stop by and visit all of your winners last week (I really was busy being an evil bitch)… But I'll be by sometime this evening for this week's line-up.
I'll expect coffee.
And maybe a cake.
Enjoy your Sunday!
For more Weekly Winners, be sure to head on over to that place with that chick who looks like that chick from that movie about teenage pregnancy.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008 | 12 responses | Filed Under: Daily & Photabulous & Wordless Wednesday
A Wordless Wednesday
Tuesday, August 19, 2008 | 14 responses | Filed Under: Daily & Photabulous
First Day of the Fourth Grade...
Little Man went back to school on Monday.
Can I get a Woot!Woot!, please?
… And we have open house for That Middle One on Thursday. He starts Pre-K next Monday– which may actually be a little rough on everyone involved (meaning ME) since he's been here with me ever since the day that I brought his ten pound squalling self into this world.
Dude, it's a polo with a dragon and guitar... Everybody wins here. Everybody wins.
I'm worried that there'll be an adjustment period.
He's worried that he won't get new colors.
Go figure.
… And then it'll be just me and The Baby.
Who is easily bribed into good behaviour with a little coffee and chocolate.
Visions of shoe stores, daily jaunts to the bookstore, and General Hospital during naptime are dancing in my head, folks.
No, not like Macarena dancing.
Like on a pole in pasties and a pink g-string dancing.
And I am so saving my dollar bills, yo.
He asked who Larry Bird was... "because he makes cool shoes."
