I remember discovering -at a very young age, mind you- that my boogers tated like potato chips (of all things) and insisting, yes, INSISTING, that my poor mother licked my fingers (which had been oh so purposefull inserted in my nose). And I was so ofended she refused, ROFLWhat a disturbed individual I must be, I still remember this so clearly so, so many years after.
They promised us 4 inches of rain here in Austin...you know how much we got? 2/10 of an INCH!!!!
We got a whoppin 1.5" of rain! we needed it but I was expecting 6+"!
Ah, a proud parent moment! Don't we live for moments such as this?
I LOVE Comments!Comments make me dance a little jig.And that makes my children run and hide in shame.
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