Asher came home from school and said that the bridge at school bumped into his eyeball.
He has my grace, you see. Also my nose. Basically my whole face.
That's Hoarders on the tv behind him. He actually said, "Mama, do I get to stay home and watch hoarders?"
Makes me wonder what my daughter in law will think about my parenting decisions.
I am trying to sell these on Craig's list:
What? There's a pee stain on it? Is not.
Anyway, a lady wanted them for the amount I was asking for minus 50 dollars. She got snippy when I repeatedly said "no," and that she was on a very tight budget. Then, below her message it said,
"Sent from my iPhone 5"
Im not sure what "tight budget" means in her language.
A very British friend dropped this by today for Asher:
He is totally playing his little illness up. He looks positively derelict in this photo.
He is next to me but I cannot tell if he is asleep because one eye is buried in pillow and the other has the eye patch.
I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something.
Is this how it feels to be old, only instead of your car keys you don't know the name of your best friend?