Saturday, July 14, 2012


Small Fry: Mommy, how old are you?  Eight?

Me: Yeah, that works.  I'm eight.

I'm not, really, but you knew that, I'm sure.

Small [shouting to Hubby]: She's eight!!

If you'll excuse me, birthday cake and ice cream and presents are waiting....


If you are rude, spiteful, or just plain mean, there will be a $10 charge just for putting up with you.

Please be nice.