a friday funny.

BG and I were packing up playing in her room earlier when she got the biggest tickle out of my feet. I was sitting there Indian style/cross-legged when she dove for my sock covered toes. She bounced back laughing her head off and then went after them again.

This went on for a while until we were both in tears and gasping for air from laughing so hard. She kills me. Her joy is just infectious. Eventually I went to grab the camera so that I could take some pictures of her room once I got it clean.

True to form, I got distracted and sat back down to play again. She went right back to my toes and this time, I sort of got it on camera.




If that doesn't make you smile... well, you might want to get your ticker checked. ;)

PS: Ignore the mess. I swear it's gone now!

out of the mouth of Dad.

Today I left Baby Girl with Mr. Perfect for a few hours so I could run a few errands.

If you follow me on Twitter, then you know that my child is currently being a sleep Nazi. She is not having it and is not letting me have it either. Napping also appears to be pretty near extinction in this house right now.

It's good times.

We got up, ate breakfast, had some playtime, let Mama get ready, and then went down for a nap.

And then got right back up.

I peaced out and left her with her Dad.

A few hours later, I returned. She had slept for a bit, but not much.

Poor guy looked tired. ;)

After bath time, Mr. P went and got her dressed in her pj's that I picked out. I'm sitting in the living room listening to him try to hold her down and say "no" every five seconds waiting to give her her last bottle when he walks in with BG and this perplexed look on his face.

"Someone sewed the feet on this wrong" he says, holding up her clearly mismatched pajamed feet.

"Uh, babe? You put the pajamas on backwards."

"What? Since when do the buttons go in the back??" (in his defense most of her's do have buttons up the front).

As I went to help him, he shook his head "No. You take her. I'm done".

I laughed as I went to fix her clothes.

As I'm changing her, I ran down the list of things I do when I get her ready for bed.

I asked him if he brushed her hair? No. Cleaned her ears? No. Put her lotion on?

At that he snorted.

"Yea, like I'm going to lube her up when she's already flopping around like a dying fish".

I died.

why we're the best pet owners ever...

Because we do things like this to our cat and thoroughly enjoy it. Like, laughing hysterically enjoy it.



Or I do. Mr. Perfect was a little horrified that I was torturing his cat.

Ahh.. cheap entertainment.

you need a what?!

Funniest thing a man said today.

A woman dropped off her cat this morning for treatment. We're talking a 16 year old, sick, cat. He's cranky, old, grouchy, ugly.. but clearly loved.

Or at least by the woman.

This afternoon she sends her husband to pick him up. This was after she called multiple times to check on "Stormy". He gets there, checks out, our receptionist brings him the cat and asks,

"Is there anything else I can get for you or Stormy today?"

Man looks right back at her and says,

"I'm good. But he could use a coffin."

I cracked up. I don't even know why that's so funny to me. Goes to show you what a man will do for his wife though!!

PS- The dresses in the below post can be found at Nordstroms. We of course don't have a store in 'ol Sav, but I have a mighty full shopping cart online....

Also- Thank you Dancing with the Stars for finally getting rid of the "Woz". While endearing he was just getting harder and harder to watch. Let's keep up with the good eliminations by getting rid of Megan tomorrow!!