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.
Ah, but has she started distributing all the potatoes to various rooms in your house yet? You take a seat on the couch, and there, staring up at you accusingly, is a potato.
Now that’s when the potato thing gets really interesting.
Seriously. Do NOT give her any ideas.