My mom babysat last night so Chuck and I could go out with some friends. Junior spent the night at her house. When I called this morning to arrange for Junior's pick-up she said,"There's something I need to tell you. Please don't be mad."
"He woke up at nine."
Oh, Junior, your father and I are happy for 7:20 a.m.
You are on thin ice.
About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.