Thursday, September 30, 2010

Only When You're Gone: Vagina Papayas

We live on a quiet street, and occasionally the local police like to park on our street to do paperwork. It just so happens that, on this occasion, my daughter (4) decides to climb to the top of the play structure and shout: "Vagina papayas for sale!" I can only imagine what that officer thinks we're teaching our children.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Only When You're Gone: Crappy Morning

I woke up to discover Amelia Earhart (our dog) had diarrhea last night. With my foot. Good morning!