This shirt is beautiful, in it's own special way. Or should I say speshul...

Forgive the hot mess on my head that's trying to pass as hair. I hadn't showered yet. But yeah, I totally sewed the sleeve to the front. Whoops. I did fix it, but now there are noticeable holes on the front of the shirt. So poop.

I'll be writing a long post tomorrow, I've been yet again neglecting my blog.

On a totally unrelated note, Wendy's isn't kidding about their spicy chicken sandwich! That thing is SPICY! And delicious. Nomnomnom...

Crying over spilled milk. Literally. Also, something about honey as well as some Miss New Booty.

Gabe came up to me and informed me that he was thirsty, which he always is. He gets that from me. Anyway, I give him a cup of milk and say, "Be careful, don't spill i..." He drops the cup. The entire cup. I start cracking up, because really, what else is there to do? Apparently, cry. Gabe proceeds to have a mini meltdown as I'm trying my best to stop laughing. You know, since he's crying now. Don't want to scar the child. I wasn't successful and he told me it wasn't funneeeeeeeyyyy. He'd stopped crying by the time I grabbed the camera and I'm going to tell myself that it's because I was laughing and that told him that it's really okay. Crap. I just heard more milk hit the floor...

Yes. He spilled his milk again. I'm pretty sure it was on purpose. He was sitting at the table!! I mean, really!! This time it did aggravate me. It wasn't as funny. Milk isn't exactly expensive, y'all, but it's not cheap either.  Especially when you have to buy 2+ gallons every week and a half you don't want most of it to end up on the floor

Anyway, here's a picture of the first spillage, the funny one.

Now to the next part of my post today. Yesterday I was making my delicious bread. It calls for honey so I was pulling it out of the cabinet and the kids were in the kitchen "helping" me. Gabe asks if we're out of honey. Seeing as to how I had a huge bottle of honey in my hand I said no. He then asks if we're in the honey. Which is his new way of asking if we have something and I LOVE it. Especially in this instance because once he said that I grinned and sang WE'RE IN THE HONNNEEEYY!! (You know, like the song We're in the Money? Yes? No?) I'm hilarious.



And the final part of my post. I went to Walmart last night to buy groceries. By the time I got there it was 11:00 or 11:30, therefore by the time I was leaving it was 12:30 or 1:00. I put my cart in the little return thingy and was walking back to my car and passed a group of guys. One of them, as we pass each other, starts singing "BOOTYBOOTYBOOTYBOOTY ROCKIN' EVERYWHERE!" Now, I have no idea if he was talking to or about me, but I'm definitely telling myself he was because it's awesome. My ass isn't all that impressive. I laughed and sang the next part quietly to myself.