Here's some blabbing that has nothing to do with any of the above:
Peter likes to wear this shirt because it reminds him of how old I am (currently). He likes to tell people, too. I wouldn't mind except that he tells people I am fifty-three. I guess we need to work on that. I assume it's because he looks down at the shirt and from his perspective I guess it could look like fifty-three. But on that note, why doesn't he just tell people that I'm S3?
Yesterday, Caleb yelled to me from the bathroom, "Mom! The toilet is overwhelming!" When I took a look at it, I had to agree, it definitely looked overwhelming. Good thing Dave is good with a plunger.
Peter walked into the bathroom the other day and closed the door as I walked by. He told me he didn't want me to see his privacy.
When Peter is trying to get out of the car with all his stuff from school and I'm telling him to hurry up and open the door for me, he yells to me, "I'm full of hands!"
That's all I can remember for now. Aren't you glad there's no more Zumba videos today!?!
3 comments:
Though I'm sure this is really frustrating for you... this is REALLY funny! I really liked the comment about 'mailman school'! Funny stuff.
Okay, I think your mailman needs a bribe. Bake him some cookies and put a nice, holiday card (on top, of course) in the mailbox for him. After you wish him a joyous holiday season, just ask him nicely to take all your @#$%^&*% mail! Or you could put it in a nicer way?
I REALLY like Nicole's idea!!!
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