That moment when you look in a child’s eyes and realize you ARE the weird and lame adult?
That moment hurts.
That moment calls for wine.
Just Sayin’.
Category Archives: Just Sayin’
April 28, 2013 · 7:41 am
So. Freakin. Old. Just Sayin’.
April 25, 2013 · 8:59 am
:::Yawn::: Just sayin’.
This may have been my FB status update at 3:30 this morning:
“MEGA COON!!! My child is stirring in his bed after your latest round of demonic screaming in my flower bed. If he actually wakes, I assure you there will be NO PLACE on God’s Earth you can hide from me, you angry, furry bastard.”
Just Sayin’.
April 23, 2013 · 12:37 pm
Tale as old as time. Just sayin’.
It is snowing again along the front range here in nothing but white, “Colorful” Colorado.
This much late spring snow divides us natives into two camps – those who give the “it snows here, GET OVER IT” speeches and roll eyes and pretend it isn’t kind of starting to totally suck.
And those of us who know that the farmers need the moisture, know that our lawns are getting all happy and green under that blanket of cold white, and KNOW that Colorado springs do eventually dry out into beautiful, clear, sunny, AMAZEBALLS early summers. Those of us who know all of that, and who are at this point still pretty much openly SHOUTING out the windows of our slush-spattered SUVs that we are DONE-ZO and to please Eff the H off, PRONTO SNOW!!
That latter catagory of native?
That’s me, yo.
Just Sayin’.
April 14, 2013 · 8:15 am
Wrong end rainbow. Just Sayin’.
Bright colors are oh-so pretty.
This rule doesn’t really apply to “My toddler clearly ate a yellow crayon” diaper changes though. Shocking.
Just Sayin’.
March 28, 2013 · 7:26 pm
Fart walks ruined. Just Sayin’.
So, on the Patio at the Tree House, if you needed to say, relieve some pressure, you could do so with careless abandon. The street noise would most likely cover you, and if not then it was still anyone’s guess where that trumpet had truly sounded off.
In the burbs? If a dog farts 3 yards down, everyone knows where that noise came from.
Cover blown.
Just Sayin’.
Reluctantly Suburban 