I've resolved to not use the word 'freakin' so much this year. Instead I'm replacing it with Blessed pronounced 'Bless-Ed'. You know trying to remind myself constantly that kids are truly a blessing from above no matter what it is they do. Because I usually use the word in conjuction with an action that they've taken.
My Blessed Three Year Old has already Christened our newly painted walls, with her mad artistic skills.
I don't know who got the permanent markers down out of the lock box on top of the fridge.
Oh, it was me. 'Sigh' as I thump my forehead with my palm.
Thank goodness for Magic Eraser and leftover paint.
The Blessed Liquid Sunshine ( not the big blinding yellow ball of gas) is back with a vengeance, courtesy of a tropical (50 degrees warm) Pineapple Express direct from the recently flooded islands of Hawaii. Washing away Mr. Snowman in a matter of hours.
The rapid melt along with the downpour will flood our valley sometime tonight or tomorrow. We are high and dry but I'm praying for the farms by the river.