Letters from the Editor

Dear Tess,
That one smells NASTY. Change it yourself, please.
Love,
Mommy
P.S....Please sleep tonight...Mommy needs more then 3.5 hours of sleep per night to consciously care for you and your sister.
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Dear Sophie (cat),
That was MY Wild Cherry Pepsi, you furry brat.
Love,
Mom
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Dear Ava,
"Stay on the deck!" does not mean "Run to the neighbor's yard the second I turn around to grab a napkin."
Love,
Mommy
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Dear Chrissie,
Clean the toilet, do some laundry, and make dinner.
Love,
.....your other personality....

Faulty List Reading

Two times, I've gone for groceries in the past week.

Two times, I've taken a list.

Two times, I've spent a good amount of time at the store, buying what is on the list, plus about $70 worth of "other stuff."

Two times, I've looked at the list and said "Ok, that's it! All done!"

Two times, I've gotten home and realized that I forgot to buy the thing that was the real reason for going to the store in the first place!!!!

The other day, it was carpet spot remover. I bought that today though.

Today, we desperately need toothpaste (Children's Disney Princess Toothpaste...not cutting it....), and it was on my list, and I forgot to get it!

I'm such a doof.

Howdy, there, neighbor!

I fell in front of the house today, and went down in a blaze of glory. I'm sure people saw me from their windows.

I tripped over one of those pipe-things that sticks out of the grass, and totally went down in an amazing display of slow-motion clumsiness.

It was sufficiently painful, but for a good cause. One of Ava's sidewalk chalks was rolling, heading toward the road, and I was trying to stop Ava before she herself got to the road. My Homer Simpson-esque "Doh!" as I sailed through the air and subsequently crumpled on the sidewalk in all my undone-hair glory was spectacular, and was enough to stop Ava in her tracks.

Kudos to me, kudos to me.

TMI, perhaps. But whatever.

On a cloudy day, after a night of no sleep, when one child is napping and the other isn't screaming at me....

..... there is nothing like the feel of freshly shaven legs after a not-so-brief leg-shaving-hiatus.

Mmmm. So nice.