I swear, it will be a miracle if these kids aren't in foster care by the end of the year.
I was feeling under the weather this morning. Scratchy throat, throbbing headache. Blech.
After the breakfast-shower-coffee, I sprawled on the couch. Twins were watching Little Bear, J-man was fast asleep. The next thing I know, I'm in dream land. Me and Sean Connery, fishing with Little Bear and Emily. Don't ask.
Suddenly, Sean is playing with a piece of plastic. Wait, Sean? I slowly wake up to the sight of Bubba running around the kitchen with a PLASTIC BAG OVER HIS HEAD! Holy crap! Half asleep, I stumble over, rip it off his head, and throw it away. He had dug it out of a box that once contained a radio. A room full of toys...
Murphy says that whatever can go wrong, will go wrong. That and if there's plastic in the house, your kids will try to suffocate themselves.
That Murphy. Such a smart-ass.
21 November 2007
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Oh. My. GOD. I'll bet that got your heart racing like no cup of coffee ever could. Thank goodness you saw it. How f-ing scary is that. Totally my worst nightmare. Are you feeling better, yet?
I like to leave cases of plastic bags around nursery school playgrounds.
I throw those bags out, but they keep on appearing.
I think mr. f drops them in my yard.
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