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Monday, March 23, 2009
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do I need to call a priest?
Posted by: flutter | Monday, March 23, 2009 at 02:33 AM
haha! Stripes and stripes. They match -- right, Mama?
Posted by: Mary Ellen | Monday, March 23, 2009 at 10:38 AM
Wow. The shirt half over head thing is the best.
Posted by: magpie | Monday, March 23, 2009 at 10:51 AM
Hahaha!
Posted by: Kyla | Monday, March 23, 2009 at 11:20 AM
Clearly all your fault. Thank God for self-medication.
Posted by: Manic Mommy | Monday, March 23, 2009 at 12:36 PM
Dinner time is a favorite time for meltdowns at our house. A margarita is a good idea...
Posted by: Inthefastlane | Monday, March 23, 2009 at 03:18 PM
flutter- I called. He said, Hell no!
mary ellen- whatever. I pick my battles.
magpie - yes, that was a very special part of the moment. Also? The audio.
kyla- heh
manic mommy- I'd be in trouble if we ran out of tequila
inthefastlane- we sense it coming and prepare. Kind of like getting milk and bread before a snowstorm.
Posted by: KC | Monday, March 23, 2009 at 07:12 PM
This could have been my child last Thursday night. I told my husband (who was conveniently out of town) that I had tried to sell her to traveling gypsies, but they brought her back. Sigh.
Posted by: Introvertster | Tuesday, March 24, 2009 at 08:55 AM
Oh yeah, we've been to that dinner! :o)
Posted by: Swankymama | Tuesday, March 24, 2009 at 08:42 PM
Ha, ha! (And what a lovely couch, btw.)
Posted by: No Mother Earth | Tuesday, March 31, 2009 at 07:48 PM