Out of the Depths of My Perception . . .

Hubs thinks that I have no depth perception.

Apparently . . . hubs is right.

I backed into a pole, but that's not the worst part.

Nope.

Not even close.

The worst part was when Ellerie tattled on me saying, "Mommy said, SHIT!!!"

Traitor.

The Words That Every Man Wants to Hear . . .

Dear Hubs,

For Valentine's Day I thought that I would say the words that you have always wanted to hear.

No.  Not those words.

These:

YOU ARE RIGHT.

I have no depth perception.

So, Happy Valentine's Day dear. 

I scraped the car along the side of the garage door.

Smooches!

Annie

Help! I've Been Mommed . . .

In honor of all the times that I have found petrified french fries, melted crayons, and rancid sippy cups in my van (And . . . let's not forget about the time it took me so long to clean out my van that the battery died before I was done . . .), I give you this YouTube gem. Just click on the link below. (By the way, if any of you know how to download video . . . shoot me an email. Blogger wouldn't let me. Grrr! I have included a link instead.)

I know. I know. You can thank me later.

Mom My Ride - Sponsored by Zima

Classic!

So now I know what happened. Instead of having my ride pimped, I had it "mommed."

Who else has a "mommed"mobile??