My little hot dog was cranky, I had an aggressive dinosaur on my hands, and I felt like a very-busy-hot-dog-dinosaur-holding cow...
Everyone woke up around 5 a.m. so I had to find extra cow patience for them, despite their shrieks and inability to use their ears for LISTENING. .
It was a productive day. I thwarted a roly poly bug smuggling ring in my living room. Roly poly bugs can only be played with OUTside.
A U.S. Census person came to my door during nap time and I learned that on April 1st of this year, Sheldon was 000 years old. Whatever.
I learned how to clean my bathroom with a spray-bottle-obsessed two year old: I put him in the bathtub and scrubbed while he swam around.
I bought meatballs and planned a nice dinner at home. They ended up being BUFFALO and Blue Cheese meatballs. Who. Eats. Those?
Ew.
I think the only people who buy them are people who have to take a small cranky hot dog and a dinosaur with them when they go to the store: people who don't have time to read packaging.
Now they are in bed and I'm putting my feet up and "mooing" with happiness!
