at this point my biological clock made such a racket that max and jaycie thought that perhaps the tornado sirens were going off.
except when the rain came along it didn’t wash the spider out, no it washed the nolie out.
*that’s a mike doughty reference that you probably aren’t gonna get, but that i could not resist.
ok, as if monkeys aren’t hard enough to resist, how do you resist a baby dressed up as a monkey? if i could have i would have eaten little liam right up!
“it seems everyone has a reality show now,” i said. “everyone does,” mel said. “i don’t,” i said. “which is why i have a blog.”
the cookie/vagina/sex connection continues to wreck havoc on my psyche and in my life. i was just reading a comment by ‘the cookie monster’ when it all came flooding back to me, my college nickname….