Friday, August 23, 2013

Humor is my coping mechanism.

Special hello to all the beer bitches who made their way over here and gave such sweet comments on my guest post yesterday at I Like Beer & Babies. You guys are sweet to pretend that I am funny. Or something.

I think it feels like home now. After all, the dog has shit on the floor, the cat had his first ever hairball, and Drake has been an absolute terror on the carpet- taking off his diaper, throwing his food on the floor. You know, usual toddler things.

Things have settled in. I guess is a nice way of putting it.

We have had an interesting morning. I ran out of diapers AND wipes. That has not happened, ever. I have usually run out of one or the other, but not both at the same time. I managed to scrounge up a couple of swim diapers so those will work until Brian gets home. And as for wipes? Damp paper towels. Ha that will work, I guess.

And because my mind is strange and works in weird ways, as I was stressing about diapers, I thought of a Yo Mamma joke.

Yo mamma's like Geico- so easy, even a caveman can do her!
Meet your new step dad.

Stay frosty.

1 comment:

  1. I feel you! We have not lived in a place together so far where my hubs has not dropped a hot coal from the hookah on the floor, ruining it.


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