Squishy Burrito? What?!? So, I was walking the streets of Denver with a good friend, and a boy (later to be known as Cster). I decide we should eat. "What do you feel like?" my good friend ask me. "A squishy burrito" answers Cster squishing my muscleless arm.
Jump forward a few years. The good friend is now my sister-in-law and Cster and I enjoy the mountains walking to our mailbox with our 4 children Mster, Lster and Kster, and Nikster.
Thursday, May 25, 2006
No Thank You Mama
Yesterday at dinner I told Mster she had to finish her tomatoes. She responded: No thank you Mama.
1 comment:
how very polite of her. I would think you'd be pleased!
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