I'll start right off with the TMI and get it out of the way:
This morning, I was sitting on the throne, re-enacting "I Didn't Know That I Was Pregnant," (except that I gave birth to a turd, not a surprise baby).
I wiped, as you do, and gave a little peek. Nothing. I wiped again. Nothing.
Ninja shits. They're stealthy. They come, do their dirty work, and leave no evidence.
Talk about a Friday Fragment:
(Thanks Mrs. 4444 for hosting. And....sorry).
Speaking of grossness, I love getting a big chunk of earwax out of Joel's ears. It's so satisfying. It's also horrifying how quickly the stuff builds up. Earwax is like my Blog Reader. You've gotta keep that stuff under control, or it's a big ol' mess.
I heard Owen rummaging around the kitchen in the wee hours of the morning. I pulled myself out of bed, and saw him with a block of Colby cheese and a corkscrew. "I'm shredding cheese, mom!"
I was glad he had the corkscrew out. Mommy needed some special grape juice that morning.
I haven't left the house today, and I probably won't until at least Sunday, because we're being hit by yet another snowstorm. I'm not wearing a bra (which doesn't make a difference to the girls---they're petite), and I have yet to take a shower.
However, I am wearing lipstick. I always wear lipstick.
I have a song I sing to the boys, "I love my little Owen/Joely boy/He is his mommy's pride and joy/I love my little Owen/Joely boy." Then, I squeeze them twice. My mother sang this song to me, except she didn't call me a boy.
That would just be weird.
Owen also expressed himself musically this morning, singing, "Happy Merry Valentines Day!" Then, he complemented himself, "That's a great song, Owen!"
Indeed it is, Buddy.
Happy Friday, everybody!