Jill: "Go to bed. You can't feel pain when you're asleep, sweetie."
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
So that's what a dishwasher looks like mid-cycle!
Younger Gal has just used mouthwash for the first time. She is pacing around the house, essentially saying, "oh the pain, oh the pain." This mouthwash is very pungent, by the by; she's leaving a trail of ListerineScent in the air. Younger Gal stops, and with pleading eyes, silently appeals to her mother for relief.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
If he hadn't cut back that rose branch by sunday I would have hacked it off myself.
Hello!
This is Older Gal. I think I made up this blog solely for the purpose of saying this one thing:
The grandpa: Look, there's the guy in the blue shirt.
The boy: Yeah, that guy works in the garden!
That guy who works in the garden, also known as The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken, is my dad. I totally gave the boy a high-five for that, and then immediately felt indignant on my dad's behalf.
This is Older Gal. I think I made up this blog solely for the purpose of saying this one thing:
The grandpa: Look, there's the guy in the blue shirt.
The boy: Yeah, that guy works in the garden!
That guy who works in the garden, also known as The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken, is my dad. I totally gave the boy a high-five for that, and then immediately felt indignant on my dad's behalf.
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