Today Aaron had some chips. And when I say some, I mean at least half a bag of sour cream and onion Lays. And then there was the candy. You know, like 10 halloween sized pieces. All within an hour.
Now I am not one to judge, as I am not known for my health habits, but tonight when we all went to sit on the edge of our bed to read stories at bedtime there was a thump as we were dropped several inches. That’s right, when my husband sat on the bed, he broke the frame. The metal frame. So awesome.
[Before you think I am totally jerky, he practically begged me to write this. But I would have anyway, so maybe I am pretty jerky.]
Haaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Sounds like someone needs to be eating “lite chips”. Is there such a thing?
for your information we both like our new lower less creaky bed
Too much behind is what broke our bed. That is the worst feeling! Apparently the last time (yes, it has happened more than once) that happened to us I swore in my sleep because it scared me so bad.
I just got caught up on your blog. I love all the posts! GREAT Halloween costumes. Love Harmon’s hair and the Jeopardy question.
i am laughing so hard i’m crying