Thursday, September 06, 2007

Bitter, party of one - part deux

I got the email from Monkey Man's teacher last night. He left the note on his desk, and apparently they aren't utilizing the clothespins until Friday as a trial run.

And last night, at 10:30, as I lay dozing on the couch, I heard the top of the garbage can slam outside the kitchen window. And in walked my husband, clutching my song list.

Now if crawling into the supercan to get a smelly list isn't love, I don't know what is.


hotlipz said...


Now, let's hear about the Badass drama.

Mitzi Green said...

oh, yeah--that's love.

joansy said...

Yep. Sounds like love to me too.

Now what's going on with those badasses?