I'm old and worn out. The kids are to blame.
The Husband has been my Clark Griswold for a long time.
The Eldest is a future fashion designer.
The Boy eats. A lot.
The Princess is our future songwriter/diva.
The Monkey used to be The Baby. That changed the day she gave herself a mullet.
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OHMIGOD! Did your 90-pound dog start barking at the UPS guy that arrived with your shiny new video card installed on your Gateway computer?
Bingo!
Angels sang.
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