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Rules of Summer Countdown #1: The doozy

The number one way to blow it with me this summer is to use the b-word. I will knock you into the middle of next week if you do.

Why?

Because I am probably killing myself coming up with things to keep you busy (including a new little blog to chronicle our efforts..more on that later)

If you really want my head to explode and blood drip from my eyeballs, and hear me shriek profanities....

Tell me you are BORED...

otherwise, keep it to yourself and go play.

Comments

Dru said…
My mom always told me that "only boring people get bored".
Ashley Clark said…
Um, does Abby read your blog (I'm assuming Mia doesn't know how to read just yet)? If yes, she may have nightmares tonight.
AnnEE said…
I am still sitting on the couch giggling to myself over this.

It also reminds me of mom:

"If you're going to say freaking, you might as well say the real word" (What with the reference to B words and all)
Melanie said…
LOLOLOL....this was the best, but i loved all your countdown rules...can't wait to see your awesomeness summer!
Ilene said…
Somehow my four year old doesn't get the correlation between his complaining of being bored and my head spinning.
queenieweenie said…
I'm so glad you're little ones didn't call you a bit**-I was scared with for a minute.

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