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I have a baby. He will be 3 months old on Sunday. I already want him to stop aging so he can stay my little babushka forever.
There was an incident yesterday. It involved a scary fuzzy bug that was SO LARGE that less than a minute later I'm up on a chair with some running shoes and a pole looking for the thing, jabbing at picture frames and tapping the wall for some reason. Because in my mind, bugs understand tapping as a signal to show yourself for a duel. When I did not find that horrible creature from hell, I started vaccuming as is clearly the next logical thing to do. Being a Mommy I took a good look at myself, up on that chair, and declared that when it comes to large fuzzy bugs with millions of legs... I am Homer Simpson.
My children are so screwed.
1 comment:
You really need to stop making me laugh, literally, out loud in the library! People are starting to talk!
PS I can totally see you up on the chair!
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