On Saturday, after we'd been given the go ahead to leave the hospital, Husband grabbed two cups of unlimited juice.
When I asked him what he was going to do with them, he said, "When we get to the parking lot, we're going to do a celebratory shot and then throw the garbage on the ground."
That right there is just about as much fun as Mormons can have!
That right there is just about as much fun as Mormons can have!
(Don't get your panties in a wad, we didn't litter...mostly due to the possible $400 fine rather than great concern for the environment.)
When we got home, in further celebration, we busted out this:
Have I ever shared with you my great love for nacho cheese?
Because I really, really love it.
Like, I would totally just lick it off my finger if there were no chips available.
In the picture, the can of cheese looks small, but check this out:
That right there is just over 6.5 pounds of fake cheese love, people.
And while I've wondered for the past 15 months if Carolyn is really my child (due to the fact that she looks just like her father), when I offered her a cheesy chip, she licked the cheese off and threw the chip on the floor while saying, "MMMMMMMM!"
Ah! Another fake cheese lover!
She is my child after all!
Right now, she's running around tearing up the house while wearing her Mardi Gras pearls, surfing on her high chair tray, screaming through every breathing treatment, and yelling, "No, no!" every time I try to take Husband's snotty handkerchief away from her.
Looks like things are pretty much back to normal.
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