Now that's a sight for sore eyes! I can see the bottom of the desk.You know, it's like when you were a kid, and you cleaned your room, finally. Your parent goes "I can see the floor" and then passes out.Or something like that.
That's what my kids (and I) say my nails look like. I think it's HILARIOUS, and it really is true! They look like Captain America Underoos!
Madison is nine. It's official. I can't fight it. I can't lie my way out of it.DAMN IT!Kid needs to stop growing up. She's not allowed anymore birthdays!
My kids say this is me, as a Lego Friend.She's in the kitchen, drinking and cooking.What does that say about me?Seriously?I'm too amused to take offense.Oooh! Cupcakes!