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• Did you know that the MOST AWFUL thing ever when you're 8 is to discover you don't need glasses!?
• I thought it would be many, many years before I heard, "I freaking hate you mommy!"
• I was wrong.
• The offender didn't say freaking.
• My parenting skillz are tops. Clearly.
• Hunter is playing the drums.
• Really.
• We don't even have xanax yet.
• Really.
• I made the Dean's list while I had the shingles.
• Student skills > parenting skills.
• Mike is seriously the best hubby ever.
• He helps SO much so I can do school and work.
• I still love my job.
• I haven't yet located the cord to transfer pictures.
• I still haven't looked.
• I have purchased 1 Halloween costume.
• Still need to get 2.
• Anybody know where I can find a hippie 'fro?
• What the hell is a hippie 'fro?
• The Broncos are surprisingly enjoyable so far.
• I'm out.

**blink blink**

Dude. You need to start wiping your butt.

I don't want to!

But you smell like poop. And doesn't it feel icky and itchy?

Yeah! But I just go like this [scratches butt from one side] and this [scratches butt from other side].

*blink blink*

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I'm not sure why I've been so quiet here lately. Life is no more busy than usual. I feel guilty that I haven't posted pictures - but I can't find the stupid cord that makes the pictures magically jump from camera to computer. In truth though, I haven't looked very hard.

So we're all back to school. I still LOVE my job. So much I wish I could just be done with school and work. It's so much freakin fun I can't stand it.

So here's a tidbit. It's the best I can do today.

River: Mom.

Me: Yeah?

River: You're not my favorite. I like Daddy better.

Me: O yeah?

River: Yep. Cuz you don't like fishies. Daddy does. Daddy's my favorite.

Me: Oh. Well that's true. I don't like fishies.

River: I like Daddy more.

Me: Yep. He's pretty cool.

*he really is*