Monday, September 10, 2007
This, my friends, is the true definition of TMI
An email from my MIL this evening.
Pardon me while I go wash my eyeballs with bleach. Maybe I can erase the image that way, too.
Hi, how did the kids do on their first day? Hope to see some pictures soon. hint, hint
I saw the gynecologist today. I liked her a lot. I should have the results of the Pap Smear by next week.
Labels: MIL, TMI
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
Remember those Staples commercials...
Dear (Insert Name Here)
Wow... where IS your mother?
To My Little Man
Shhhh.... what's that I hear?
Clean Sweep, Mother Nature Style
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