Friday at around 10 pm my phone rings, and the voice on the other end asks for my daughter. My 7 year old baby girl.
I am wondering who the bloody hell is calling my baby girl at 10pm. I thought it was her friend timid girl as we had just came from a bon-fire at our new church and she was there, thought maybe Blondie had left something behind and she was calling to tell her.
But I was wrong. It was a boy. It is so very hard to distinguish a little boy and little girls voices at the young tender age. Which totally sucks.
The whole entire time she is talking to this boy, she is all giddy and smiling. Made me sicker then a dog...I mean I think I actually vomited in my throat, although it did not make it up thru my entire esophagus, it was pretty damn close.
Anyhoo, they gabbed till about 10:30. I asked Mr Shaky what parent would let their kid call another house at 10pm...
Then he said "what parent lets their kid talk to someone at 10 at night?"
Touche u ole bloody bastard...touche.
At work Sunday I was watching some TV, because I get paid lots of money to watch TBS movies whilst working at the crazy house.
I was watching Cheaper by the Dozen.
I had never seen it before. It made me think that maybe having 12 kids isn't so bad.
I like chaos. All I need are 9 more spawns to make a dozen...
But then I thought, my boobs look like this with three kids..
If I were to procreate 9 more times, this will be me ...
Not saying this is a bad thing..per say...but I just don't have the back strength to uphold a load like that.
So I will stick to what I have...
chaos is over rated anyway.
My back is still hurting from my new $300 ink job.....I am wishing it was not so big..But really, I can not do a damn thing about it now...
Blondie says its a cool flag....she thinks we are British.
I can not disagree, as I do love a spot of tea in the afternoon and fish and chips in the evening.
Ok, I do not like fish, or chips...
or tea for that matter.