When your transaction at Home Depot is so big and complicated that your husband and Victor the Home Depot Associate feel compelled to high five when it is over, your home improvement project MAY be getting a little out of control.
Just Sayin’.
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May 27, 2013 · 2:11 pm
The New(ish) Normal. Just Sayin’.
Normal dinner “conversation” now includes things like:
-“Watermelon goes in our mouth, NOT down our underpants”
-“Well I didn’t think it was funny when Cailou did it either.”
-“NOT IN YOUR NOSE!! NOT IN YOUR NOSE!!”
-“Who put crayons in my wine?” (This is mostly a rhetorical question, although I haven’t totally ruled out The Mr.)
– “Don’t just lick the ketchup off… eat the cantaloupe too.” (Barf.)
– “It’s only good off Mommy’s plate? Can Mommy eat off your plate, then?” (That is a big “no” from The Little Emperor Jr, BTW.)
-“So honey, how was your – not on the floor! No more strawberries? Only Jello? With a fork? Daddy will you hand us a wipey, please?”
Sigh… adult conversation is uber-overated anyway, I’m sure.
Just Sayin’.
(“No buddy, Bob the tomato WANTS you to eat that ‘mato…. mommy promises.”)
May 25, 2013 · 9:00 am
Dear Neighbor Kit-eh. Just Sayin’.
Dear Neighbor Kit-eh,
You are very fluff-eh and cutie-wootie. So much so that I have to talk funny to properly express it.
But can I as a favor of your fluffieness? Can we maybe think of a place to put our small dead things that does NOT involve my back garden?
For instance, nothin’ says lovin’ like leaving that crap on your owner’s front steps for her to find.
Kthxbai, Kit-eh.
Just Sayin’.
May 23, 2013 · 2:22 pm
Oh Bun-eh. Just sayin’.
The short drive between The Casa and my parents’ place is usually littered with a sublime level of rabbit roadkill.
It seems especially horrifying as I am forced to drive back and forth with Jr, who only wants to listen to “The Bunny Song,” over and over.
It’s a little sick, actually.
Just Sayin’.
Reluctantly Suburban 