Thursday, April 03, 2008


P.S. I have to get this off my chest: Loving husband poured me coffee in the middle of breakfast the other day. So I'd already had a teeny-tiny sip of coffee by the time lovely lady started shrieking. But for effect, the story just sounds better if my dilemma is not interrupted by "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Coffee."

That's me. I'll bold-facedly (Bold-typedly? Bold-facedly? Bald-facedly?) lie to you for dramatic effect. But it doesn't count because I always 'fess up.

P.P.S. I have no idea where the fine young gents learned the word "boobies." My sister said that was the first thing she thought too, when she read my post: "Boobies? Where did they learn that?" We've always called them by their real name. Or, when they were little, we said "mee-mees," which in their little baby language translated to "the fount of all things good" or at least "the fount of all things breakfast."

P.P.P.S. You would not believe the weird Google searches I've gotten since my last post, usually searching for some variant of the word "nudes." For heaven's sakes, folks. Go read something wholesome or have a conversation with a real-life person or play Yahtzee or something.

I know I'm just wasting my breath. Typing space?'s not like they'd get this far into a post anyway, since there are no pictures. Sheesh.

1 comment:

Elizabeth said...

Gosh I can't believe that you are getting weird google searches over that. Pervs! And I'm glad you got at least ONE sip of coffee, but a half of cup would have been better ;) Speaking of which I think I'll go make myself a nice hot cup of joe to relax with.

Oh, and BTW, my kids call them boobies too. No clue how that came to be either since they were all breastfed and I just asked them if they wanted milk. No referece to any parts what so ever because I always imagined the worst thinking of an older child yelling "boobies" in the grocery store or some other non appropriate place.

Have a wonderful day!