And also? It was J's birthday. Happy birthday to YOU, husband! For his birthday I gave him two screaming kids when he got home from work, and the honor of cleaning mole chunks off the kitchen floor. While I dry heaved into the kitchen sink. And cried a lot. BUT I also got him a cheesecake and overlooked that third beer he just snuck out of the fridge, so it wasn't a total suckfest for the poor guy.
Tuesday (and the whole rest of the week) (by week I mean month), please be good to us. At very least, no mole chunks, is all I ask. MOLE CHUNKS, YOU GUYS!
|ohhiiiii! see how cute i am? |
in a few hours i'm going to eat a mole (or 10?!?),
then come into your house and gag it up all over the kitchen.
and by "meow" i mean "I OWN YOU."