Snippets I happened to overhear from the driver's seat of my Mom Taxi today:
"Fiona [the dog] likes to be surrounded in hotness, so that's why she climbs in Aunt Sophia's purse."
"The cafeteria burgers are either raw or horsemeat. HORSEMEAT, Mom. That's illegal."
"I was like, Jeez. Enough Olympics."
"Bob Costas? He has pink eye."
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Overheard At The Helm
Posted by Laurel B. Miller at 3:39 PM No comments:
Labels: #horsemeat, #mouthsofbabes
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
One, Two, Seven
Elise is seven today!!! That sentence needs more exclamation marks. I'll take her seven-year-old picture this evening after we have cake and ice cream, IF she stands still long enough for me to take it. She is sprinting through life.
Posted by Laurel B. Miller at 10:24 AM 3 comments:
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Zach in the Box
|Or should I say, Zach in the Bask...|
|"Mommy bought the insanely expensive digital file, but she still insists on taking a cheap-looking snapshot of the print for her blog!"|
Posted by Laurel B. Miller at 9:52 PM 5 comments:
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