Monday, July 25, 2011


"What's with all the band aids?" Greg asked inquisitively as he looks at my fingers covered in band aids. 

"Two crying babies." I replied with slight annoyance.

He looks at me with confusion.

"You trying making dinner, with two babies screaming, whining, and crying nonstop." I say with frustration.

"You are too funny." He says through laughter.

I shoot him the dirtiest look I can muster the energy to make and say "I'm not trying to be funny".

Yep it's been that kind of day.

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