Ever have one of those days? You know, the kind of day where you wonder just what kind of wacky tobacky you were smokin’ when you decided it was a good idea to have kids? Yeah, me too.
where wildly different is perfectly normal
Ever have one of those days? You know, the kind of day where you wonder just what kind of wacky tobacky you were smokin’ when you decided it was a good idea to have kids? Yeah, me too.
All too well me dear. All too well.
Keep praying for grandchildren….it’s all we’ve got to really get back at the little devils.
Hey kiddo: Bet you’re glad my “tobacky was wacky”, huh? Otherwise, who would you be? Ha!
Mine wasn’t tobacky. It was Cabernet. And I obviously drank too damn much. TWICE! I have to make myself go look at old photos or home movies to remind myself that I didn’t always want to kill the children on days like that. It works. (For at least an hour or so.)