I had a dream the other night that I walked down into our family room only to find my husband, laying on the couch, seductively rubbing his leg and beckoning me over.
The weird thing about that is he was wearing a bear suit and then he pointed at the TV and said, "Look babe, I put the good stuff on" and it was an episode of Yogi Bear.
Talk about stuffing your picnic basket, hey Boo Boo!
Seriously. On top of that my monkey-like son has crazy climbing skills and has decided that when we put him down for a nap in a bed with bars all the way around it, it's merely a suggestion. One that he's not complying with and then we find him standing in the living room 5 minutes later.
Or creeping up behind his father while he's cooking and scaring the bear fluff out of him.
Let's hope that my sleep deprived brain recovers soon. And on that note, ya'll will be pleased to know that when I have nothing to blog about on the weekends I'll be able to tell you that as we will have internet access at the house now.
I know, contain the excitement. Now I can offend someone even on the seventh day because I'm a tool like that.
Monday, December 8, 2008
The Number One Reason Why I Shouldn't Blog Today
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The thought of my son climbing out of bed in the middle of the night is one of my biggest fears...I don`t know why it scares me so much. I guess I`ve watched too many horror movies or something...not to mention the bear costume thing...that would really freak me out. We`re talking, The Shining type shit...
Yeah my favorite is when you wake up from a dead sleep to two giant eyes staring at you. Effing creepy! I do not want to move Stella from her crib! She's not trying to climb out but, her father is conviced the crib mattress is too uncomfortable for her fatty self. I will be fine with her staying in there until 10!
I think one of the worst moments was finding Lily standing on the counters playing with knives. She had pushed a dining room chair across the room all ninja-like. That was a mini heart attack.
So you were the picnic basket? :)
OMG that bear suit thing just made me laugh so hard. And I thought my dreams were weird and symbolic, LOL.
The punk never crawled out of her crib. She motioned to her cousins toddler bed once, I put her in there, she slept and that was the end of the crib.
Little did I know she would later grow up to be the antichrist.
You're a tool.
Yay to weekend Internet!
Interesting porn dream.
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