We left the house to go couch shopping and DD fell asleep in the car. We came back home to let her sleep, but she wouldn't go back down. I came up to lay with her- I've been asleep for an hour and a half, but she's downstairs being loud with MH.
I prepped chili and put in on the stove before my nap, and I can smell it from downstairs. It smells so dang good! I'll probably have a beer to go with it.
Post by bibliothecary on Feb 19, 2017 18:25:04 GMT -5
Oh my god, I just got "George brought the ice"d.
Allow me to explain. In my family, my grandparents have always valued boys more. Always. My mom organized a 50th wedding anniversary for them. Got a place in new Hampshire. Paid for their flight. Drove them. Got the whole extended family to come, and that's a big fucking group. Fed everyone. And George (my uncle) brought the ice. "Isn't it great that George brought the ice?" was all my nana could say. It's become shorthand in my family.
I just made dinner. Bought everything. Cooked everything. Served her at the table. Poured wine that I bought. Made cookies. From scratch. And George brought the salad dressing. "Isn't it great that George brought the dressing?"
shanadoo, I had a dream last night that I gave you a really bad haircut. You were really nice about it but I basically shaved one side of your head and made the other side really poofy. You were all "it looks better than before," and I was all "no."
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