Stephen, how did you notice that? And I still needle my SIL about an Easter bunny gift when my 13 year old was 1 - it played "Here Comes Peter Cotton Tail" in several annoying robotic versions. Loud. With no volume control. I bought her son the wood hammer/nails toy the next Christmas. BAM BAM BAM!
The tulips are gorgeous. Here's to a successful '08 all around.
I once had to rip one of those singing Billy Bass mechanical fish torture devices from the sticky grasp of a three year old. I left my friend's house shortly afterwards and was later told that the crying only kept up for about an hour. I wasn't there, so I can't be sure, but I imagine that the crying wasn't all that much worse than "Don't Worry Be Happy" and "Take Me To The River" over and over and over again.
I think those tulips are about to shed all over your carpet. Quick, trash, now! You don't want to start the new year picking pollen out of the shagpile in addition to the sparkly stars that will fall out of the envelopes of the witty post-Christmas queriers.
You're tiptoeing to the telephone? You're probably checking voicemails and answering editors' emails via larynx, but I like to imagine that you're calling an author who left you breathless over the holiday with his/her full, and you're calling to offer representation. That'd turn someone's 2008 to a Super 8 in a flash.
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Good luck in 8002 yraunaJ!
Welcome back, and may you have a prosperous year in many ways!
:-)
Girl, dreamland is the only place you should be tiptoeing through at 2AM!
All the best in 2008!
That sound you hear is me cracking my whip. Actually it's just a shoelace.
Okay, it's really my son playing with the tambourine he received for Xmas... who gives a two-year-old a tambourine for Xmas? DARN YOU SANTA!!!
who gives a two-year-old a tambourine for Xmas?
Grandma?
I couldn't decide between a tambourine or a drum set.
Welcome back, Janet!
I admit, It's a wee bit hard to remember what work I'm supposed to be doing after so long a break...
I once gave a two-year old niece a drum. Her father sent me a voodoo doll with pins through my head.
Stephen, how did you notice that? And I still needle my SIL about an Easter bunny gift when my 13 year old was 1 - it played "Here Comes Peter Cotton Tail" in several annoying robotic versions. Loud. With no volume control. I bought her son the wood hammer/nails toy the next Christmas. BAM BAM BAM!
The tulips are gorgeous. Here's to a successful '08 all around.
Kim
I once had to rip one of those singing Billy Bass mechanical fish torture devices from the sticky grasp of a three year old. I left my friend's house shortly afterwards and was later told that the crying only kept up for about an hour. I wasn't there, so I can't be sure, but I imagine that the crying wasn't all that much worse than "Don't Worry Be Happy" and "Take Me To The River" over and over and over again.
Happy New Year!
I think those tulips are about to shed all over your carpet. Quick, trash, now! You don't want to start the new year picking pollen out of the shagpile in addition to the sparkly stars that will fall out of the envelopes of the witty post-Christmas queriers.
You're tiptoeing to the telephone? You're probably checking voicemails and answering editors' emails via larynx, but I like to imagine that you're calling an author who left you breathless over the holiday with his/her full, and you're calling to offer representation. That'd turn someone's 2008 to a Super 8 in a flash.
I thought I was the only one who noticed the picture was backwards. Is this a test?
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