The boykid has started this cross-eyed thing where he thinks it’s hilarious to look just to the right of me and exclaim:
I SEE TWO MOMMIES!"
Which is adorable once, twice, and maybe even three times.
And then your own mother’s voice starts ringing in your head (yes, even a deaf chick assigns her mother a “voice” in her mind, hee hee)
QUIT CROSSING YOUR EYES, THEY’RE GONNA GET STUCK LIKE THAT
Which leads to my dilemma.
I’ve (foolishly) been a bit too careless in throwing out the admonition
STOP DOING TWO MOMMIES
Which I’m sure makes absolutely no sense to anyone else in the grocery store.
And I totally apologize for not being able to keep up with commenting lately – I’ve has super-limited quality time with my bloggy buddies and I am missing y’all. Stick with me k? I’ll try to make it up to you!
In most excellent news, a number of you have given your word that you would be willing to dig up those priceless treasures known as Glamour Shots (yes, based on the classic exposure tale).
Seriously?!?! Y’all are gluttons for public humiliation like me? I feel so loved!
Anyhoo – I’m gonna hold y’all to it! Tomorrow I’m desperately trying to pull together an iheartfaces entry, Tuesday is a PEE-YOUR-PANTS-FUNNY True Story Tuesday (if I can get permission to share it), and Wednesday will be the day to link up your most fabulous Glamour Shots!
Come on – it’ll be fun! Who doesn’t like an easy post, fun new visitors, and some admiring comments (please be nice y’all… my fragile ego can only stand so much)?!?
(Alright Mr. Daddy, we’re even now. Right? You promised).