When my 8 year old confuses the word "crouch" for the word "crotch" (which sadly comes up in conversation on a fairly regular basis in this house).
ie: "Ah man, today when I was playing soccer at lunch I got hit RIGHT in the CROUCH!"
This weird dog of ours, who clearly has not one modest bone in her furry little body.
My trying to be sneaky husband, by finally convincing me that the boys "need" dirtbikes for Christmas, thereby ensuring that he finally gets to buy his quad in the spring.
Little does he know, I'm on to him, and feel like I am actually the winner in his devious scheme.
Them: Out playing in dirt on machines all day.
Me: House ALL to myself.
See?
Suck on that Gorgeous George ;)
And you're worried he'll find out about a measly little candle holder?
For us, it's dollar for dollar baby! I get a printer, he gets new shocks, I get a camera, I get a tripod, I get...oh, darn, don't tell Ker that's the way it REALLY works.
Posted by: Kelli | November 22, 2006 at 09:29 AM
You always make me smile, well.... actually, you always make me LAUGH!!!!!!
Posted by: Dianne | November 22, 2006 at 10:24 AM
Your dog is a floozie.
It's all learned in the home.
Just sayin.
And you can tell Jacob to put a bag of peas on his crouch if it still hurts.
Posted by: Dawn | November 22, 2006 at 02:12 PM
Jason's grin looks just a little too happy. As does Bella :)
That boy of yours cracks me up. I betcha that you didn't correct him, eh?
Posted by: Jennifer Sizemore | November 22, 2006 at 04:16 PM
Sounds like you be a smart one, eh? (getting a slow husband and all!!)
Posted by: Gorgeous George | November 23, 2006 at 04:44 PM
I'm getting tired of Bella's crouch, please update your blog!
Posted by: Kelli | November 24, 2006 at 07:28 PM
OK, so if I had read this post first, the Gorgeous Gearoge mystery would have been solved already. LOL. I think this is win win for sure.
Posted by: Jennifer | November 26, 2006 at 08:49 PM