Thankful Thursday

I'm thankful my husband doesn't mind dwelling in a pigsty...cuz it ain't gonna change.

Son, on the other hand (picking food particles off his sock): Dirty floor, dirty floor.

Me: Is your arm broken?

I sound like my mom--except her floors were always clean. Because she made me clean them.


P.S. Yay!



The word "hell" did me in. Not bazoongas at all.