Ups and downs of motherhood. For real.
I hate to say this, but was there really cheese in them? Because I am completely sure that there probably was. That Sophie.
Did you at least ask what kind of cheese?
Laughing, laughing, laughing. Extra sharp cheddar I hope
DAMN those cheesy pants!
Cheese in the pants truly sucks ass. So, I see her point. I was coherent enough last night to not call you because, even in my drunken haze, I knew you had a small child who would wake you up early, and would not appreciate a late night call from a totally trucked friend. I love you.
Cheesey pants...hmmm..has a totally different conotation when you say that as an adult doesn't it?
*giggle*No, that's not true. I'm down right laughing. But it's with you not at you. Okay, that's another lie. Misery loves company.
As I like to say, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing about you.
The description you give in Ly's blog is priceless.That Soph!
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