I had an extremely rare opportunity to get out of the house and be a grown up last night involving watching some boxing and imbibing a few too many cocktails. Which means I am feeling fan-freaking-tastic this morning *sarcasm dripping from every syllable* and Jp is taking this opportunity to get into every flipping thing imaginable while I chase him around in what can only be described as slow motion.
“Where did you get the kite and how did you get tangled up so quickly?”
“Why are the contents of my purse all over the kitchen?”
“Where on God’s green earth did you get a Crayon?!”
Eeeeerrrrg! Last night was something like this…
But this morning looks more like this….
Ahhhhhh…now I remember why I never -ever- go out anymore. Now someone please pass the aspirin and coffee my way before I fall over! Serves me right, right? 😉
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