To the woman next to me at the sand table in the "Little Sprouts" area:
She sneezed and bit her lip. I'm not sure how I was supposed to prevent that.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Git yur own.
now, with more us.
This is my baby.
Git yur own.
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(140)
-
▼
May
(17)
- Ok, so I lied about the diagrams.
- Upteenth Update
- I'm blogging my ass off.
- Nothing says "Remember our Troops" like inexpensiv...
- Like what, 80 some odd hours?
- Speaking of lift off.
- Happy Accidents.
- Wearing your judgy pants.
- I'd rather blame blogger.
- Even Alice doesn't move that fast.
- Of course, I preferred the stuff that caused cancer.
- This little piggy ain't so little.
- If only...
- Always a bridesmaid...
- Fire Retardant.
- Don't even get me started on Birds.
- There will be time for that later.
-
▼
May
(17)
About Me
- Libby
- Caffeine addict. Slightly distracted mom. Grocery Store afficianado. Unfortunate expert in Developmental Dysplasia of the Hip.
No comments:
Post a Comment