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I've been cleaning poo for days.........

guess what?

It's very hard to wrap a baseball bat. Yes it sure is. Especially when there's no tape.

Hi. My name is Lauren, and I have no brain cells left.

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Dear Diary,

Today I wore my pajamas as clothes.

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I must have had an out of body experience. Somehow, I returned from Kohl's with 6 more potato heads. Something is very, very, wrong with me.

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Josh approached me from behind today, while I was typing an email at the computer. I felt him gently brush his hand across my back, then walk away.

Me: Josh. Did you just wipe your boogies on me?

Josh: Yup! (walks away)

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Back to wrapping my bat. Where's my wine?

A little "reality" check

So, maybe they DO deserve each other, but I'm still having a hard time with it.

Men! Looks fade! Stupid is forever.

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And now, A story from double J:

" It looks like Mr Potato family:
Once upon a time there was a Mr. Potato head, and Mrs. Potato head and Baby potato head , and they were all mixed up. The End."


"That's a GOOD story"
" I like that story"
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I know I'm biased, but that kid just cracks me up!

and, they're GONE!

After cleaning poopy bums, toilets, floors, and hands; (collective "ewe" here)

I have finally reached my limit on how many fights I'm willing to mediate about POTATO HEADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I collected ALL 10, 396 pieces, and put them in TIME OUT.

There. That outta do it.

good grief...

Now:

J is screaming and crying, because he "only has 10 Mr. Potato Heads" and wants M's....

This week:

Tue -2am

M: MOMMY!!!!!!!

Me: What! What! Are you okay???

M: Yes. Will you make me an ice cream sundae?

Wed - 3a

J: HI MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!! Let's PLAY POTATO HEADS!

Thurs - 4a

J: Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.
Is it sunny our yet?

Now

J: (crying) but I don't have ALLL the pieces!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lord, give me strength.

The answer is always YES ;-)

I can't believe I forgot to mention this yesterday.

So, we're in the McD's drive thru, and right after I pay, a worker sticks her head out the window and says "We accidentally made an extra! Would you like it?"

I nod excitedly, as she hands over an ICE CREAM CONE. <3

Mikey over the moon. McD's cones are special reward gifts for him. Thankfully, double J was sound asleep, and the lucky boy was able to enjoy his surprise prize in peace.

It may not sound like much, but, it made my day. This is one of the reasons I'm so fat. I <3 Mc D's, and everyone who works there. muwah! ;-)

Oh, because....

They're = THEY ARE

Their = at THEIR house

There = over THERE

They're at their house. They live over there.

There. I feel much better. :-)

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But while I'm here....

YOU'RE = YOU ARE.

As in: YOU'RE bothering me.

Where did you get YOUR degree? Clearly, YOU'RE not required to pass a grammar test in order to obtain one THERE.

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Yes. Better now.

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My neck still hurts.
I finished my book.
I think I have a stomach bug.
And a cold..
boo hoo.