Good Grief. It's late. I'll grant you that. I give it to you; it's dang late. It's 12:11 am and I know I'm groggy headed..
Just watched the debate and all the political rhetoric blah blah after and I feel thirsty. I grab a bottle of water that I think I remembered was mine from earlier in the night. I walk over to the sink (bear with me here) and I take a swig. Suddenly I feel wetness on my shirt. Eh? Musta missed my mouth, it's sort of dark in the kitchen, anythings possible. So I take another drink and am half still looking over at the TV from the sink and I realize, my shirt feels even MORE wet. Huh? Did I miss my mouth again? Musta. I take another big drink and I happen to look down and see water pouring from a hole in the side of the water bottle down on my shirt. I laugh so hard that the water goes flying (sorry for graphics) and I choke. That little S! I can totally see him poking a hole in the side of the water bottle for fun or worse yet to pull a prank on someone. The hilarity of the whole deal really got to me and I go tell my husband and can't really tell the story because I'm laughing too hard..
Who thinks of this stuff? Oh yeah, the Oldest. I'll get him when he wakes up.
Ba Ha Ha! Thought I missed my mouth in the darkish kitchen three times in a row; what the? That little whipper snapper......... love that boy.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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