tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post114710737459793987..comments2023-12-30T12:04:59.353+03:00Comments on Code Yellow Mom: Monday, MondayCode Yellow Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16283426654179102400noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1147119908471010022006-05-09T00:25:00.000+04:002006-05-09T00:25:00.000+04:00the picture of the "funk" beds is awesomethe picture of the "funk" beds is awesomethe liznesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11234658518071610084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27155002.post-1147111751371180762006-05-08T22:09:00.000+04:002006-05-08T22:09:00.000+04:00Twinkle, twinkle, Itsy-Bitsy Spider, AND Old McDon...Twinkle, twinkle, Itsy-Bitsy Spider, AND Old McDonald, they're ALL drinking songs because after the 503rd time you have had to sing them or hear them, you'd rather be drunk, or have been driven to drink. Sorry about your head. My husband IS sick and DID call in. But not before he first tried to go on a flight this morning because in his drunk stupor of illness last night tried to postpone it, wasn't successful (read, didn't understand that there were stipulations he could follow--normally, but couldn't follow in his stupor) in a stupor fit of anger, decided to get on his flight. I told him I'd beat the snot out of someone if they got on a plane and sat next to me as sick as he was. He didn't get on the plane. It's really not all that great having him actually be sick. He hears me swearing and hollering at the kids, a behavior I usually reserve for daytimes when he's NOT around.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12171442412933885633noreply@blogger.com