Martha Plimpton’s dog had diarrhea in the shower. In the shower. How did she get that dog to be so freaking considerate? Mine jumped up on our bed in the middle of the night and squirted on my best comforter. Martha, if you happen to read this, advice please. (And congrats on the Emmy nomination. You rock on Raising Hope.)
I can’t stand parents who brag on their teenaged math whiz. Big deal. My son cracked his first safe at the age of 16. Top that.
My almost 7 year old granddaughter can beat most adults at Call of Duty. She’s either a PS3 prodigy or we need to keep her away from guns when she gets older and her parents start to piss her off.
I was named after a ‘50s TV character. Does that explain my addiction to television?
My newest grandson is finally home. He's a cutie pie. The first thing his mechanic father did was prop him up in a chair and put a tiny wrench in his hand for a photograph. The kid never opened his eyes. Photo to come later.
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