Which brings us to this edition of...
My little Reese is NOT sick… No way… He did NOT eat his dinner on Friday night then, while lying quietly in David’s lap, he did NOT proceed to puke EVERYWHERE (I mean, everywhere). I did NOT feel so bad for David while trying not to puke myself as I grabbed Reese and while making my way to the bathtub, he did NOT proceed to throw up again… on me. I am NOT getting nauseous just thinking about it.
(Sweet little Reese must be feeling a little better though because he found the time to catch up with his emails.)
My boys do NOT love to sneak onto my computer every chance they get… This does NOT result in my computer being covered with peanut-butter fingerprints and has NOT resulted in my F1 key being lost and gone forever…
Speaking of lost things, our Comcast remote has definitely NOT been MIA in this Black Hole we call a house for the past 4 days. We have NOT spent far more time than anyone should possibly spend looking for a remote.
The lack of remote on Friday night did NOT result in our boys getting their first taste of wrestling. I mean ridiculous, fake Hulk Hogan type of wrestling. Nolan was so impressed that he did NOT spend the rest of the night putting Ty and Reese in head-locks.
Saturday, Mr. Helpy Helperton did NOT make me really proud when he rescued Ty from having a shoe malfunction meltdown.
I did NOT totally fall in love with Rue 21 on Saturday after buying 2 pairs of shoes and 2 pairs of sunglasses on clearance for $3.00 each. I was NOT just a little too happy to go shopping by myself and actually buy something(frivolous) for me.
And they definitely would NOT be so vain as to check themselves out in the mirror.