I never cry over spilled milk but spilled egg nog makes me yell, “Dear God child! What have you done?!”

I never cry over spilled milk but spilled egg nog makes me yell, “Dear God child! What have you done?!”


It takes every ounce of self restraint I have to not correct my nieces’ spelling and grammar on Facebook.


You can now have Fruit Punch Glucola instead of the Orange flavored one. It’s a good time to be pregnant.


missbassweight:

patternicity:

This is one of the saddest things I have ever seen.

Forever reblog. hate is taught, always.

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worthyourweightinfanfiction:

shannibal-cannibal:

inkyubus:

sandandglass:

President Barack Obama at the White House Correpondents’ Dinner. 

OBAMA HAS TOTALLY STOPPED GIVING A FUCK AND IT’S THE GREATEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN

this shit was brutal

If he wasn’t the President he would make a killer stand-up comedian

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Nesting has kicked in. It’s driving me a little crazy though because we have a small house. We have three bedrooms. The Hubs and I are in the master, the bigger of the side rooms is currently the playroom, and then small one is Gibbie’s current room. Obviously that’s going to change.

I need to move Gibbie into the playroom. I can’t move her in until it’s cleaned out. I can’t really clean out old junky toys until she’s at school tomorrow and Thursday. I also use her two school days for errands and appointments so I usually have little energy and time to do much to the house before picking her up. I feel like I’m going to go crazy if Gibbie isn’t in the bigger room by the end of October so I can start working on the nursery.

I have 12 weeks, 6 days until my due date but I know I’m going to have a repeat c-section scheduled so I probably only have 11 weeks and a few days to go until the baby is here.

Trying not to panic.


She’s beaten me three times but insists we keep playing until I win one.

She’s beaten me three times but insists we keep playing until I win one.


There was a farmer who had a banana and yellow was his name-oh. D-E-1-1-O-M!
Gibbie

I can barely see Gibbie because the baby belly is in the way.

I can barely see Gibbie because the baby belly is in the way.