The phone is ringing. I hate the phone. I hate it when it rings. It's never anything but a recording. I never answer the home phone. Hell, I barely answer the cell phone.
The girls were on their annoying game tonight. Mims and I were hanging curtains (I must spiff this house up before the rock n roll fiesta). The girls did not appreciate the fact that they didn't receive their normal undivided attention. They made sure to let us know of their displeasure by putting on their most demanding of routines. Seriously, I had to resort to drinking. That's not wrong is it?
It is close enough to bed time. The little one is going down. This is too much for me.
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Hahaha you are hilarious! Your kids are adorable!
And the drinking is normal! Awesome blog.
I don't answer the phone either. That's what voice mail is for.
I hate answering the phone! I usually only answer when it's my mom, L, or baby daddy.
I hate land lines, too. We haven't had one since I stopped working from home and needed it for faxes. Get rid of it. It's really quite liberating.
Except for those days when you're home alone with no car, your cell phone dies, and the electricity inexplicably goes out.
Yeah, that sucks.
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