Since the little twerp is napping...since 730, I might as well just waste some time blogging.
I was a total Julia Child on Thursday and Friday. It is my gma's 80th birthday party today so I had to help cook appetizers and shit. Only drew blood once the whole time, using something that was supposed to prevent me from cutting myself. Go figure. It was one of those things that looks like a pick and you stab the food and then cut, only as I was stabbing it it slid and stabbed me. Le sight.
Oh! Here is the Rickie Weeks picture I made!
I feel bad for being happy he's out, just not that bad.
Oh! The little poop factory is awake now. I'm so mean. I wrapped her up, rocked her and then laid her on the floor to sleep cause I didn't want to have to hold her the whole time. Such a smiley pants! Well I'm glad someone is willing to crack big smiles right after she wakes up! Aww....
I guess I should attend to her. Though she seems pretty content just laying by me, munching on her hands.
Adios!
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