But that doesn't mean a thing.
Now we play the waiting game.
That's fine by me, I got other things to deal with now, like pink eye.
Argh. My eye itches SO bad.
(is that proper grammer? Can an eye itch? Or does it feel itchy?)
Never mind we all know I don't care about grammer.
You shouldn't either if you read this blog because you'd spend your time correcting then enjoying.
Is it possible to enjoy my ramblings?
Sometimes I do wonder.
Somebody told me I should have more give-aways.
Then more people would read me.
Hmmmm, I'm not sure I want that, then I'd have to read their blogs and I'd spend MORE time on the computer and less time wiping.
Yes, I said wipe-ping.
My son has grown into this phase of releasing one nugget at a time throughout the day. That equals about 7 "Mommy I go poopy(ies)" a day. If you are counting and I apparently am.
I'm TIRED of poopy. Mine, his, the dogs...in the basement. (I'm going to kill her. wink wink.)
Speaking of dogs, Mom & Dad got a dog, Jackie. She's a Jack Russel terror, I mean terrier.
She has short dog syndrome. It's funny. She's short. She does not like when the kids ride bikes on the sidewalk, she snarls at the tires. And she tears the squeakers out of her toys the second she gets them. She's funny. She waddles too. Like a four legged penquin. Did I mention she's 7.
We like Jackie.
I need to get a picture for you.
Which brings me to my questions.
Most of you read Growin with it.
Linda asks random questions.
1) What would be your dream car?
2) If you could pick your name what would it be instead?
3) Would you space travel?