We were listening to the radio this Labor Day weekend on the long and boring drive to my grandmother's house. Due to the holiday, the station was announcing "all Eighties, All Weekend!". My dear sweet Monkey announced quickly "Hey, that's my motto!" We couldn't figure it out and I said "Stop. Tell me your motto?"
"Mom, it's what the guy on the radio just said. All ladies, all weekend!"
Oh my hell. My son is a womanizer already.
We used to revel in the "new perfect" that was our life. Raising a beautiful girl with multiple special needs showed us that "perfect" is all in our minds. Emily's life was perfect. It was happy, it was brilliant. She was social, outgoing, silly, and ticklish. Now we are learning to get through life without our "Perfect Peanut" in it. This is most certainly NOT a new kind of perfect.
5 comments:
too funny
That's hysterical. You better watch out for that one! :)
Jenna
Hey. Just wanted to ask how you got the 5 Minutes For Special Needs button on your blog. I would like to add if to mine.
Oh never mind. Just figured it out. Should have search around before asking. It was right there in front of me. Duh!
Oh goodness, put a leash on him NOW!! That is stinkin' hilarious!!!
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