Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Happiness is...


When someone else folds your laundry.... while you are sitting on your ass doing nothing.
And no, you can't have Whoozyerbabysitter's phone #. It's mine, all mine---mwha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

OK---maybe, just maybe. If you are suffering I will take pity on your tired, disheveled self. But you have to be wearing mismatched socks and a tomato-sauce stained tee to qualify. But I have first dibs...
Ooooooo---Whoozyerbaby is awake. and here she is.

And I didn't have to go and get her. I'm still sitting on my baby-fat butt. But I am back to work--doing some QC testing. Oh the drudgery...

Oh---and I forgot to mention---Whoozyerbabysitter reminded me to drive with my wallet to make sure I had my driver's license. And she is packing the diaper bag today for tomorrow when I have to take Whoozyercar to get rear back-up sensors installed. They're going to hang out at the mall while I go into the office. This is a creature who says she folds her blanket into diamond shapes "just for fun". What did I do to deserve her?

2 comments:

MtzMama said...

I have chocolate smeared on my shirt and chipped toe nail polish...does that qualify me for getting Whoozerbabysittahs number? She is adorable but not as adorable as Claire Jr! What a love...I must hold her and SOON! Oh, and you deserve the talented and oh so great whoosyerbabysittah because you are SUPERWOMAN!

Mrs. Whoozyer said...

pshaw Martinez Mama! You may have her # anytime. She is a total sweetheart but boy does that girl talk. And fart. She laid a big one when we were playing DDR after a I ended the workday. IN FRONT OF THE FAN UPWIND, god love her...

But she is very charming and sweet and smart so all is forgiven.