Flashback Friday-What I Learned This Week


  • If you pick up a M&M from the floor of your van, and find you also ingested a hair, you have no one to blame but yourself.


  • Your husband will not understand when facebook-messaging your friends  makes you giggle.


  • The law of averages as it applies to children and the park- the amount of time your child begs to go to the park will far outweigh the time they want to play there. 


  • A splinter, even an eensy-weensy one, can cause an immense amount of pain. This is what I get for trying to do yard work. 




  • I took Noah to McDonald's for lunch. It made me want to write a letter, this is what it would say,


Dear McDonald's,
Congratulations. Making the Happy Meal french fry teeny-tiny, and adding three slices of apple, totally balances out the nutritional value of the meal. 
Way to Go!

The teeny box is so cute, I wanted to hang
it from my rear-view mirror.


  • Large, Elton-John-type glasses will help you read books to your little brother. (Also, being dressed in only underwear is a bonus.)


  • Mother's Day flowers make me smile. All week long. 

Comments

  1. Hi, I'm Aleisha!May 17, 2013 at 8:38 PM

    LOVE IT! Love you! You make me laugh.

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  2. Larissa T.May 18, 2013 at 3:03 PM

    Bahahaha I love Flashback Fridays!

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  3. Susan Flett SwiderskiMay 18, 2013 at 7:46 PM

    Thanks for the chuckles. Happy weekend!

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  4. MichelleMay 20, 2013 at 9:16 PM

    The worst splinter is the invisible one: you feel the pain of it but can't actually find it!

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  5. Sarah@The Best StuffMay 23, 2013 at 4:53 PM

    I'm so glad to hear that I'm not the only that will pop an M&M or some other kind of candy into my mouth even if I found it on the floor of the car...or bedroom, etc. And yeah, I totally understand the hair thing!

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