I gots me some of dem der shape up shoes t'other day.

I been warin em now fer 2 days.

I thenk theys broken cuz dangit my big ol butt is still heer.

Life without kids...

means it's way too easy to drink a wee bit too much wine

means it's way too hard to cook for just the two of us

means I can watch movies whenever I want: G, R, or X(not that I'm really that tempted)

means at least for a day or three no vanilla for me

means quiet

means I can laugh as loud as I want

means no kiddy messes

means sooooo much less laundry

means sooooo many less dishes

means home projects, painting

means long put off mini trips

means I anticipate sex on the couch way more than I thought I would

means no kid TV

means ME time

Life without kids means...

it means

it means

it means

....sorrow?

WTF!?!???!?!?!

Baby

My baby is in France.

She is having a great time and that is wonderful.

I confess to being just the hugely bit jealous though.

3's

Here I sit.

Wondering.

Who is going to complete this particular trifecta of death?

Who?

I stand here pouring coffee by the light of the Moon.

Her light drifting down through the silver clouds.

Streaming over my hands, gilding them.

I look up, entranced by her beauty.

Lost in waking dreams too ethereal for the Sun.

One weird thing

I often forget to dry my right armpit, an oversight I inevitably discover while applying deodorant.

Little Bunny Fou Fou

Teaching a 5 yr old to tie her shoes is a major pain in the ass when your patience has flown out the window.

I may just rethink my general opposition to velcro.

Hmmm...

Nah.

Back to the bunny ears.