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Tonight, I had to make a decision. It was 5 o’clock post meridiem. There was time either to make dinner or make cookies. Not both.
Against my crappy judgment, I decided to bake cookies. Cookies for dinner. I’m hoping this will spell the end of bedtime conversations like this one with a certain 4-year-old:
Me: Good night, sweetie. I love you.
Him: I don’t love you, Mommy. I love Daddy.
Husband: (smiling and shrugging in my direction) I’m sorry that I rule.
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And Bill Cosby taught me that it's cool to drug your personal assistant and then aggressively make advances toward her.
Posted by: Jell-O Pudding on a Stick | March 23, 2007 at 08:00 AM
I can't hear you...lalalalalalalalala...
Posted by: Tammy | March 23, 2007 at 08:44 AM