Never a good sign when above phrase is shouted across the house as 3 year old is trying to get ready for bed and Godzilla is running from room to room laying rabbit turds in a trail behind him, while lauging hysterically. Rephrase...smelly little balls of rabbit turds. And guess whose job it was to clean that mess up? I am currently blogging, ipod-ing (the new bane of my existence) and drinking a beer waiting, oh waiting for their Daddy to come home.
Supposedly the Happy Crapper has such a bad ear infection that I'm supposed to be grateful he doesn't have a perforated ear drum. Really doc, well when he's dancing in the middle of a pile of rabbit turds laughing hysterically as if this is some kind of game he doesn't seem very sick and in pain to me.
And now, I have to refill my beer.
3 comments:
Just hook up to an IV of booze. trust me... youll thank me later.
I think "Happy Crapper" should be made into a t-shirt!
I'll second that. We can make them and sell them to mom's across the world! It will be the symble for mom's everywhere!
Our slogin can be
"The Happy Crapper t-shirt come join us and you can be happy too"
or
"The Happy Crapper t-shirt, Don't worry be happy"
or
"You're not happy until the crap hits the fan...the happy crapper t-shirt"
I could go on and on, but you get the picture. I'm sure if I cunsulted my husband(the happiest crapper of all) he would have some great slogans too.
What do you think?
hahahahahahahahahah
Jen
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