OMG you guys. I have been so hungry today. I could tell you everything I have eaten, but you would not believe me. (A whole cantaloupe, people, and that's the tip of the iceberg).
Hear the news about cell phones and cancer? I freaking TOLD YOU SO. Now please stop mocking me for using speaker phone all the damn time.
This is the last day of my almost-successful-and-would-have-been-totally-successful-excet-that-Blogger-crapped-out month of May blogging, and all I can do is talk about how hungry I am between preparing and eating batches of butter and jelly slathered toast.Sorry about that. Also, I could use a bigger toaster.
Sorry the content has not been riveting. I guess there's a reason I don't blog everyday.
Oh! Jack says "burry" when something is cold, and it's the cutest thing ever-- just wanted to record that. Also tonight at t-ball, he looked contemplatively at the players on the field and asked, "Them want to see my butt?" Then he mooned the field because he must have answered himself affirmatively. Classy.
Harry's t-ball friends are starting to get their collective crap together. Several hitters would have been out today at first if anyone were keeping any kind of score. Only a couple kids (NOT MINE) knocked over the tee instead of the hitting the ball, and there was no crying. That's a win.