You know you have a Holiday Ham problem when no less than five employees compliment you on your new hair color. What can I say? It's better than McDonalds.
What's not better than McDonalds? Teeth. Currently really, really hating teeth. Harlow's in particular. Poor thing has been Super Drooly Crankmonster for days, my T-shirt bloodstained from her sad, desperate chewing on my shoulder. That said, when she hasn't been sobbing in pain, she's been a blast. She's saying things that sound suspiciously like "hello" and "bye-bye" and randomly smacking her face like that Culkin kid in Home Alone and giggling.
Can you believe she's gonna be a year old in 2 weeks?
I can't.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Harlow and the Holiday Ham
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1 comment:
holy crap! two weeks??
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