Aug
21
Right this very second, as I try to make pizzas for dinner, and Mamma Mia is blasting in the background, That Baby is completely ignoring my continual “No, Stinkerbelle! NO!”, and she is sitting on the tile by the window, chattering happily to herself and BOUNCING A POTATO OFF THE FLOOR VENT.
Admit it. My life sounds SO glam, doesn’t it.
