I didn't bother going to the doctor right after my Brown Recluse spider bite because I am too cheap. I didn't want to pay for the $30 co-pay and the gas money.
I let Noah eat food that he has dropped on the floor. I try to get as much of the lint and hair off of it as possible before he puts it in his mouth though.
I get super grossed out to the point of gagging when people put their fingers in Maia's mouth. (Ironic, considering the last confession)
I enjoy picking Maia's boogers out of her nose.
I really wish that Mid Life Crisis man would get his car re-po'd (You would too, if you had to hear him rev his engine 20 times a day and blast his music so that all of Chino can hear it)
I worry that people will think that I have a potty mouth because of my son's un-refined language skills. Repeating words such as "sit" and "clock" sound offensive when they exit my son's mouth.
I had a moment today where I missed being pregnant. Call me crazy, but I found myself excited to think about being pregnant again in a couple of years.
I broke the law and put my daughter in danger, not once, but three times on the way to and from Mammoth. She was crying so loudly that I took her out of her car seat while we were driving and fed her. I had my Hooter Hider on so that should we pull up next to a cop, they wouldn't be able to tell that I had a baby under there. Noah didn't seem to understand the purpose of the Hooter Hider and kept lifting it saying "There she is!"