Because they played it on the radio today, and I was like, “Oh, yeah!”
I think I’ve reblogged this before, but I don’t care. This song and I have history.
We had to constantly tell her not to say this or that. She’s kept it clean lately, for the most part.We bought her a bitty baby last week. I guess she was going over the rules with her.
Ivy: Mom, I’m telling her that she can’t say shut up. And I’m telling her that she can’t say fucking.
Me: Oh, good. You know, you shouldn’t say that either.
Ivy: I don’t!
Me: Um, you just did.
Wanna have that feeling immediately?
#3. You Get to See Your Bad Decisions Bite You in the Ass Quickly
So much of life is wait-and-see. You wait nine months and hope your baby looks like you and not your neighbor. Will your overpriced college education payoff big, or will you end up jigsawing your diploma and leaving the pieces as calling cards at crime scenes, tormenting detectives until you complete your murder masterpiece by leaving the scrap with your name on the final body? Only time will tell. A lot of time. This is where fantasy football excels. You get to see the direct result of your terrible decisions quickly. Make a bad roster move on Tuesday, see your stupidity come to fruition as early as Thursday.
I’ll just leave this here.
Is it just me, or is this pain chart guy REALLY sassy?