There were a few stories that came out in FHE last night...some I would like to forget, but funny anyway...
Todd and I were staying at Little America before flying out to San Diego when Ally was a baby. I was in the bathroom so Todd, clearing the phlegm from his throat, spit into a cup. Gross! I came out of the bathroom, and Todd went in to shower. I got dressed and was sitting there with Ally. I grabbed the cup which previously had my lemonade in it, with the lid on, and took a big drink. Didn't know that Todd finished the lemonade and spit in that cup then put the lid back on. Sick.
Then, in 2nd grade, Ally's teacher called and said she had to sit at the desk facing the wall in the cafeteria, the punishment corner for misbehaving at lunch the previous day. She tried to get me to eat with her at lunch and tried to let me keep her home, then I asked her what she had done. I guess a boy called her pimple butt so she called him Fat Trash. Hmmm.
This is Us
This is Me, Blogging because I don't want to forget.
"There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."--Anna Quindlen
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This is what I listen to while blogging
This is how many people + 10,717 that have visited us
This is how many miles I have run this year
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