I never thought I'd say it BUT I miss Wamber and the non-stop crying.
And Evel Dick that I loved to hate. Russell tried but didn't even come closeDay to day stories of happenings at the household of your average or maybe "not-so average" family live in Suburbia.
And Evel Dick that I loved to hate. Russell tried but didn't even come close
I have learned to love my treadmill again. We've had an on-again/off-again relationship but we're definitely on the right track now.
Aaron's working today and my boys didn't hear me say "I'm going downstairs to run - come see me if you need anything."
Granted this butt isn't ugly BUT it illustrates how short my shorts were when I ran upstairs to answer the repeatedly door bell ringing only to discover my kids were running down the street to the park to go look for me. They couldn't find me and thought perhaps I went to the park. Apparently they'd already been there and back once already only to discover they'd locked themselves out of the house.