More proof little kids are way funnier when they aren't yours: I Need a Martini Mom, who blogs about her kindergarten classroom's antics. Earlier this evening I laughed until I was disausted at the little boy who forgets to aim when he pees.
How else would a girl from small-town New England and a guy from inner-city Los Angeles meet before the Internet but in the military? My dad went to Humboldt State before the joined the Air Force too.
Melissa, thank you so much for linking to my blog. Wow. I am honored and flattered, and still floundering and foundering in my baby blogness. I am enjoying your blog, too. It serves as an excellent reminder to write down the crazy funny stuff that scrawls across my kitchen floor everyday.
Because if we don't write it down, well. . . no one would ever believe us, even if we did remember it.
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it seems we ARE connected geographically in some small sense then!
i wish i had more to say that had anything other than the basic HI YOU!@ kind of stuff but that was really about it.
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Because if we don't write it down, well. . . no one would ever believe us, even if we did remember it.
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