There is a funky smell in my garage and I'm scared out of my wits that it's a dead mouse! We've never had a mouse before and I'm paranoid. Worse than that, do you remember this from the other day?
What if it's in there? I think I would rather throw the entire bag away then to sort through it and find a dead mouse. (No, my kids haven't earned all their stuff back yet. Son #1 had to do one good deed to earn back his Boy Scout uniform for last night's meeting. So the bag is mostly still full. Let's hope it's mouse-less.)
My daughter is crazy. This is a baby doll carrier/car seat.
She fastened herself in and couldn't get out. There go our hopes for Harvard. Hello Clown College. (I don't know why she doesn't have pants on. But check out those skinny legs!!!)
I don't know if I can make it 'til vacation without exploding. Seriously, I think I might! Right now, it is 30 degrees warmer there than it is here. I just hope it's warm enough that I can bury my toes in the sand while reading a good book and watching the kids play. Heaven!
|Baby Girl, 2 years ago at the beach|