They tried to keep it from me. BFF Kissy, The Husband, Everyone. But no one warned my Father In Law so he callously broke my heart and told me. There is snow in the forecast. If you don't see me around anymore, it's because I found a really high bridge to jump from.
I'm very sad.
I tried to write up the nipple story, but it isn't coming out properly. There are two very big parts to that story and not every one in our families know about the whole thing.
And I know it's funny that I was dumb enough to frostbite my nipples. I mean, come on! We have snow seven or eight months out of twelve. So I am trying to make it funny, but the other part, the sad and horrible part keeps creeping in.
Also. I can't find the picture of Jittery Joe in the evening dress, and it's an important part to the story.
Bear with me.
I told the toddlers that there were wee tiny sharks this big in the puddles in an effort to keep them out of them. It worked. Even on the big kids. Muahh!
All I have left to offer you are some stale Sunday Six videos. I took them on time. I downloaded them on time. But I forgot about them and wrote about poop and chocolate on Sunday instead.