I give you the 9 text messages I found waiting when my alarm clock went off this morning. (I'm not complaining, mind you. I, myself, have spent many, many a night watching Ron Popiel impale raw poultry whilst wondering exactly how much Nyquil a baby can safely take . . . that's me wondering, not Ron . . . so text away, sister. I feel your pain.)
1:46 am - I had a dream just now that you asked me to help with a program for your stake's activity day recognition program.
1:46 am - Not that there is such a thing.
1:47 am - So I got all the text and photos and went to work with you and mom looking over my shoulder.
1:48 am - I hope you are asleep with your phone on vibrate, btw.
1:49 am - So all the photos were of the girls with their underwear on their heads and I couldn't stop talking about how tacky it all was.
1:50 am - And mom stops me to say, "we thought you would think it was EDGY"
1:51 am - Suddenly T.B. (as in "nemesis") pops in and says, "YEAH GET OVER YOURSELF SISTER POOL"
1:52 am - And then I woke up to pee.
1:52 am - Goodnight
Jude turns 2!
2 years ago