And of course twelve seconds after my last post, Lily starts hitting me. Hitting my legs, hitting Dustin’s legs, hitting herself on the head…and always with that look in her eye..What are YOU going to do about it? Give me not as many TIMBITS?
Hitting is wrong! Don’t hit Mommy! I just bought you a dancing Frankenstein doll when I could have gotten some new lipstick or a paperback or a bag of popcorn the size of Alaska from Kernels.
But aren’t my new mugs gorgeous? The pattern reminds me of the mugs my at my grandparents house. They make coffee and tea that much more wonderful.And a shout out to my Mother! Happy 52nd Birthday, Yo. Or, as Lily says, HAPPY DAY!