Showing posts with label Things I shouldn't say. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Things I shouldn't say. Show all posts
Monday, May 24, 2010
Warning: not for those with aversions to potty talk
Baby diarrhea bites. Quinn is such a good baby that I never know trouble is brewing until I have orange stains on my clothes. It's just so messy. And the problem isn't even as big now that I've switched diaper brands, but annoying nonetheless. That's all I have to say about that.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
One month and counting
This is getting a little scary. Within a month my life will be totally different. I don't think I'm ready for this!! It's just been Troy and me for 6.5 years and soon there will be someone else. That's a very big change. I was far less freaked out when we were graduating, moving, buying a house, etc. I don't even remember being this freaked out when I was getting married (I'm sure I was, but that was a long time ago so I've probably forgotten).
This is actually more than a little scary, it's a LOT scary.
This is actually more than a little scary, it's a LOT scary.
any advice is appreciated
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Childish fun
Anyway, first we made it say things like "Troy is cute," "I like cheese," etc. Then Troy, my 14-year-old trapped in a 26-year-old's body, typed (beware those with tender eyes or like to think Troy and I are more mature than we really are) "Poop tastes delicious." Although the funny part was that the computer wouldn't say poop. It pronounced it like food with a p: pood. Very strange. Then we tried to substitute it with poo, but the computer just spelled the word out. I guess the author of the program tried to adolescent proof it. But really, who does s/he expect to use this pointless program besides those with time to waste and nothing to say?
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