Okay, very quick digression to explain the parenthetical remark up there. There's an old joke about a guy who was trying to steal some albums from a record store. In order to sneak them out of the store, he stuck one in the front of his pants. As he was leaving the store, the manager stopped him.
"Excuse me sir, is that a record in your pants?"
"Well, I don't know if it's a record...."
Hence the remark. Now anytime anybody says anything about a record, that's mine and Mr. Daddy's standard comeback.
Things are good here. Life is busy. Very, very busy.
We've taken a wintry camping trip (which deserves a post of its own), Bubba turned 8 (also post-worthy since we had a house full of 7 and 8-year-old boys). Bubba lost two teeth in two weeks.
Punkin wants to get her ears pierced. She refuses to tell me what she wants for Christmas, insisting that she'll be happy with whatever Santa brings her. I hope she's telling the truth.
Anyway, I've missed you guys. If you see Santa, please tell him I want more time. And yes, I totally got the idea from Burgh Baby. But hey, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?
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Woohoo! You're back!
Wouldn't it be funny if Santa left some earrings in Punkin's stocking? Then you would *have* to take her. :) And what a cute way to break it to her...
Tell Bubba those loose teeth must be catchy - Gracie has another loose one on top that she's been working on, but her other THREE top teeth she's lose haven't come in yet, so I told her to leave it alone. She might need it at this rate! lol
And if you see Santa, please tell him that I would like a less eventful 2011, please.
Katie is on to something. You could turn it into a 2 for 1 deal, if you wanted to.
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