I’d just like to start by saying that today has been a turd-less day. How many people can legitimately fit that into a conversation?
I’d also like to add that as soon as I figure out how to fix my new hair-style, I shall post a picture. And if I happen to see you at church on Sunday, you have one of two choices:
Play dumb!
Or lie and say you like it!
Either of those would be an acceptable response to my failed attempt at having some semblance of style or fashion.
And just as a warning…..
I’ve got lots of Actual Serious Thoughts ruminating around in my head. So just be prepared that I might actually post something with substance in the next week or so.
Do not be alarmed!
I’m sure I’ll return to potty talk very soon after.
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lack of turds? i hope no one is constipated. ha, i know what you mean. i read the other post too. i just had to add some potty humor.
Don't make us wait for hair pics. No matter what your bangs look like, you couldn't be anything but gorgeous. Unless I guess you had one of those THINGS you mentioned on your face. (I can't say the word; my husband makes fun of me for my lack of potty talk ability.)
turd. turd. turd. turd.
I had to say that word enough to make up for my wife's inability to acknowledge these things even exist.
Cindy and I don't even need to see any pictures of your hair to know that your head must be an absolute work of art this very minute.
And I'm not just saying that because you're one of the first visitors to my blog ("Honey, I Fed the Kids")...but it sure helps.
I do not read blogs where bodily functions are not mentioned often.
Can't wait to see the new 'do!
Can't wait to see the pics! What are you waiting for?
I am up to my eyeballs in potty training around here. Took E potty before nap and stepped on something soft on the bathroom floor. You have got to be kidding me! Yep, that's exactly what it was! Not only is this a reflection on my lack of potty training skills, but apparently my lack of cleaning skills as well! Guess I could blame it on the child who was suppose to clean that bathroom this morning. There we go...I feel better now.
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