Jun 03, 2003 21:52
Skye and I went to the mall last week. We, of course, were both drunk off our asses, so I'm not really sure how we got there or how we got home. The only thing I remember is that we were there, and Skye tried to pick up some high school boys. She said something about how she liked to "Get them young so they can be trained".
Yesterday we took Jack and Ava to the park. We let them play in the sandbox while Skye and I drank our lunch. We got drunk off our asses a little tipsy. We then decided that we wanted to have a stroller race. So we raced the strollers down the path. We crashed into each other, what must have been atleast ten times. I know what you're thinking.. but the kids were not in the strollers at the time atleast I don't think they were. They seemed to have fun playing in the sand with each other. They fed each other sand and then proceeded to throw it on each other. Washing sand off of your baby is not an easy task.
Tom is not infatuated with the New Found Glory DVD. He's watched it over and over, and has made me sit through it atleast five times. Its getting up to the point where it might beat out the number of times that he has watched "Signs". I don't know if thats possible because he has watched that damn movie atleast three hundred times.
My baby is calling me, and by that I mean Tom wants me.