Here I can let out all the little stupid things that are poking me in the brain. Then they can poke you in the brain too.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
I'm Officially Toasted
My brain is gone, completely gone. I sent my daughter to check on the baby because he was being so quiet that I figured he was up to something. Oh he was up to something alright. Sleeping in my lap!!!!!!!!! God I'm messed up.
Nah, its called "kid brain." One of my friends, in the throes of kid brain cut up her husband's meat into tiny pieces while talking to the man next to her at a swank dinner party.
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Nah, its called "kid brain." One of my friends, in the throes of kid brain cut up her husband's meat into tiny pieces while talking to the man next to her at a swank dinner party.
If you're having trouble with your toast (and it sounds like you are), I'm sure Gigi would be glad to help.
Ladycape (obviously also toasted)
Oh yeah, I've done the meat thing too, but thankfully not in public. He was amused.
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