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Smelly Hands

I know I told him it was at  7:30 AM, but he acted all in shock as we headed to bed. As in it's Saturday and we have to be somewhere at 7:30 AM. I reminded him that it was him who was willing and only because of him that we were able.

I feel like my hands still feel and smell like poo. I'm not ready for nasty poo diapers that keep coming. It was so-gross. 

And now I am craving chips & salsa from somewhere authentic, due to someone's comment on Facebook. Obscure marketing. I don't know if Mr Smith will buy into it, literally, but I'll see. He's a sucker for my needs. And we worked hard today. We watched four kids and kept them all alive. We should celebrate, with chips & salsa that is! It's the little things in life. 

Let me tell you the last time we had a date . . .

It's been awhile. This happens when you'd rather save money and you're just tired. My hair has been in a perma-pony-tail. Noise and crowds are more upsetting than exciting. So we simply, stay home. 

Except for now, I want authentic chips & salsa. But then there is the pressure of ordering the perfect thing. Ugh. It's stressful. We'll probably just stay home and make our own =)




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