Friday, June 13, 2008
the pain only a mother knows
i just stepped on a lincoln log. jesus god. went down like a tranqed rhino.
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overheard in the playroom
as the children cast their "fishing rods" (string tied to batons):
me: "ladies, try not to bash each other in the head."
child: "why?"
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1 comment:
I've long suspected that those Lincoln logs were actually manufactured by the Confederacy. One hundred years later, they're still stickin' in to the yankies.
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