Posts by Lessa:
Look Dooce!
I can put stuff on MAH DOGS HEAD too!
The kids call it doggy torture – but I’m pretty sure that’s just because of what it is.
As a result, we’ve seen a resurgence of the I Hate Barny songs, of course. And you didn’t know the dog could sing, huh? (tiddlyboomtish!)
In other news – last night my keyboard quit working, my mouse quit working, and apparently Lola went on strike for a couple minutes. Fortunately, the situation was quickly resolved, without the need for picket signs and outside negotiators. Then my sink drain started to leak, and I discovered that though the kids cannot manage to place a wrapper in a garbage can that is within arms reach and instead pile them up on the counter, they CAN manage to wash a plastic knife and corndog sticks down the drain. The one without a disposal. Causing the pipe to pull away from the connection and me to have to get under there and attempt to fix it.
Maybe _I_ should go on strike…
Mememememmeme!
So, I wasn’t officially tagged, but I’m stealing a MeMe from Zoot because I’m still braindead. However- I did NOT puke. I won’t go into any more details, but I am feeling better today, and even had enough energy to shower – thank god. The boy had a relapse though, and is home again today. […]
I will NOT throw up….
…I will NOT throw up…. …I will NOT throw up…. …I will NOT throw up…. …I will NOT throw up…. …I will NOT throw up…. That’s about how I’ve felt all night. So far I’m winning the battle. I fear I may lose the war. That’s the worst part about having kids bring home all […]
Monday, monday…
Yes, mama, I know it’s Monday and I’m later then normal getting this up. You see, I been on puke patrol all night! UGH. First, Friday morning, the pup said “I have a tummy ache, but I might just be huuuuuungry” so I said ok, and since she had no fever, I sent her down […]
Sunday’s How To:
How to mortify and scar your kids in 3 seconds flat:Â Me: (answers all the puzzles correctly on Wheel of Fortune) The Boy: Mom! you should go on that show! You’d ROCK IT! Me: Nah, too much pressure. The Boy: What do you mean? Me: All those people and actually being timed and stuff? Nah. […]
