Eeeeee!

Fourteen more sleeps and and I'll be on a hot beach with a piña colada in my hand. My only concern being that my teenager doesn't get shmammered and my wee ones don't get eaten by a crocodile. This plus some adult time makes this waaaaay better than any cottage "vacation" where I am still stuck cooking and cleaning.

One massive bonus is that I can tell Gary to fuck off for a week.

It's not that I don't love him. Sure, I'm not thrilled that he eats socks and my awesome underwear. Heck, I can almost forgive the fact that because of him I can now honestly say that I participated in a 5 second three way. *shudder*

It's the barking. Constant.ear.piercing.barking. Bark bark bark.

Bark

Bark

Bark

Barking that even the loudest child on earth can't bear

The good news is that my sweet bathing suit made it safe and sound and he has *almost* redeemed himself by modeling it for me.

March break

Child free week starts NOW!!


I may have just wet myself.

Put a little love in your heart.

I was highly offended when I witnessed Gary eat a sock. A sock that he ate two days before. It wasn't bad enough that he did it the first time. He actually ate something that he POOPED out of his own body. Naturally I couldn't intervene. Yeah, yeah, I know that dogs can end up with a major surgery but that's what dog insurance is for.

Anyhoo...I couldn't believe my eyes and simply can not fathom how any creature would consume such a thing.....until I remembered what I myself ate for lunch the other day...nacho poutine. Poutine with NACHO garbage on it.

I can't help but think a frozen, previously consumed and defecated sock may have been the more sensible choice.