So. Dayne stuck silly putty up his nose the other day, while I was driving. Anyone ever experience trying to teach a 2 year old to blow his nose while driving? Not easy. I still don't know if we got it all out. That evening he kept picking his nose and coming out with blue stuff, to which he would proudly exclaim, "Silly Putty!"
On a sweet note, he tells me all the time how much he misses me. He is with me 24/7. He told me his missed me as I was leaving to go to the grocery store yesterday. Not after I came back but before I left. I think he is telling me he misses me instead of telling me loves me. He is so sweet.
Speaking of sweet...I think he and I made it to second base today. Not sure I really remember what second base is but it was awkward. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my nose, my chin, my forehead and then he wanted to kiss my boobs. Um. No.
Wylde had a friend over today and he started telling her about his Fourth of July weekend which of course began...My grandpa got into a fight with another grandpa and then I said a bad word, that started with fuh (he was sounding it out) At that point I stopped him. Said he had much more exciting things to talk about, like fireworks and swimming and what not...
My random thought for the week or month or year....
When it is a full moon, I wonder how many bugs die flying into that light?
(I wouldn't have been so polite as to call that other guy a grandpa!) Stay Funny San Diego, Daya
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