Sense of humor…Peter likes to take “frog orders” before he heads out. I say I would like a green tree frog and his brothers might say a bullfrog. Peter especially likes to watch people open the tote and see how many he has brought home. Below is poor Mitchell not expecting dad to pull giganto bullfrog out.
I told him that was fine if he blocked me. When his wife comes back from Sweden and he can’t explain the tampon and razor blade on his swingset I will be laughing. Serves him right to not be able to sleep wondering what kind of freaks used their play set while they were visiting Ikea-Land and Golf-Heaven. Go ahead, block me.
may have sat at a table for ten and been one of only two women and still somehow managed to bring up “Fifty Shades of Grey.” I then tried guessing which of the men looked tired enough to deem that their wives were reading it or had recently read it. This is no small feat considering most radiologists look tired from lack of sunlight and interaction with humans, I may have also mentioned this.
I keep telling Peter he wont be walking him on a leash if he doesn’t stop “loving” on him so much. I told him that the little guy is adjusting to his new home and needs to stay in his cage but I found Peter asleep like this…
Here is one of my early posts you might have missed. I will be back tomorrow with something new. I am busy with a NEW PET! Oh my word! What was I thinking! I had to buy two other containers of LIVING creatures to feed it. SOS!!! “Mom, the baby is eating the dirt [...]
It just began spewing jelly beans.
They were skipping across the countertops like Mexican jumping beans and then hitting the hard floor and rolling and bouncing everywhere.
I am now cursing it and my amazing friends that bought it.
I finally am able to inhale enough to exhale a sentence from my hypervenhilating…
“YOU DRANK MY PET SEA MONKEYS!”
My God…his face.
His eyes were huge and his head led his body into the kitchen sink.