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A dumping ground, mostly for stuff I wish I could buy and pictures of my kid.
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Frankie talking about his teacher: “Of course she’s smart! She’s a teacher. She has to be smart.”
I still have some sand in my flip flops. Can I pretend it’s still summer? Just for a little bit longer?
No shower happy hour at the Springfield Inn. I really need a shower.
Mmmmmmm… She-crab soup…
Just left the Camden aquarium. They have two big, smelly hippopotamusses. The rest of the place was awful, but they made up for it.
WTF, twcable? All my channels are switched around an nobody told my TiVo. I can’t find CNN.
Apparently, I’m not allowed to dance with my son, stand next to him while he’s dancing, or even watch him dance from afar. I’m so not cool.
Niagra falls! Step by step. Slowly I turn.
The bee bit my bottom. Now my bottom is big.
I thought little boys were supposed to be able to pee in a bottle when on long car trips! Sorry, again Robin.
Frankie’s been working on his swing. Today he hit the wiffle ball so hard he gave me a fat lip.
Dominating “Kade-style” in philly.
Frank and I are on our way to Citifield. Go Mets!
I really have to do some laundry. Is it bad that I sent my kid to school in freshly made cut-offs ‘cause I couldn’t find any shorts?
My cab driver is listening to, not watching, an episode of Seinfeld. One of the ones about Festivus.
