Comments: I'm Up!

Alas, and me as well. All morning. "Mooom? Can we go outside? Mooom! He's lookin' at me! Mooom! Where's the oatmeal? Mooom! He put the Star Wars DVD in and I don't want to watch the Star Wars, I told him I wanted to watch the Rocket Power and he still put the..." Yadda. Yadda. Ad nauseum.

Luckily, SUNDAY is my day to sleep in...

posted by Queenie on April 2, 2005 11:31 AM

I'll give you number 1. I've been trying for years for #2. Good luck!

Queenie: Moooom, she's touching me.
Mooom, she's touching my stuff! I don't wanna watch that video! Moooom, do you want to play Sorry with me?

The list is endless. :)

posted by Moogie on April 2, 2005 11:42 AM

Awww... quitcha bitchin.' EVERYBODY knows that a woman's work is NEVER done. If you want my sympathy, come clean my kitchen.

posted by Acidman on April 2, 2005 05:46 PM


Who said we were bitchin? ;)

From what I've heard, I'd take my kids over your kitchen any day.

posted by Moogie on April 2, 2005 07:01 PM

Point to Moogie.

I'll bet that kitchen mess is of mythic proportions by now.


posted by Light & Dark on April 2, 2005 07:30 PM

I am in the fortunate position of having older kids. They can look at me in the bed, sick, and say "You look like hammered shit, Velociman." And I can say "Right. Check the toilet. Go get me some Coke and find somebody to play with."

Do you mean permission as in "May I post this picture?"

posted by Velociman on April 2, 2005 08:33 PM

(Yo, I was gonna keep this on the low-low Velociman, but I still have the text giving me the go ahead, and it's dated and timed BEFORE the post.... Not MY fault that you didn't really think I'd do it. Now, quit whining. You can't put me in your doghouse anyway. I'm still in Eric's. :D)

posted by Key on April 3, 2005 12:44 AM
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