I stubbed my toe really hard. So I sat on the Pilates ball to recover and discovered Drew did something to it and it needs refilling so I promptly fell over and hit my head on the desk. I went to lie on the bed and grabbed the chapstick sitting on the dresser as I walked by and seconds from putting it on my lips I realized it was crazy glue.
Crazy glue that looks like chapstick.
I’m an only child who grew up thinking cows on the front lawn was normal.
The first “lonely little pea.”
What? You can’t wear a blanket for picture day?
Just so you know, whoever wears the crown is automatically Princess Fluffy Butt.
A sick mama and her little sick boy just wrestled so hard they knocked the couch over.
We’re out getting fresh air. I think someone has already had too much.
