There's so much so many of you know about me, and so much more to share, but tonight we are gonna keep it real and simple.
I don't know or understand half of the American phrases or lingo because my mother is a Venezuelan transplant.
No Donald, you cannot build a wall to keep her out.
I was put into ESL in elementary school.
Also, I can probably only test out of third grade writing at this point, but somehow aced college…and have a blog. I guess anyone can have a blog, huh? *insert winky face here*
I love politics, but will never discuss them with anyone but my husband. I'm too much of a pansy for such serious conversation.
I love me a nice slice of warm homemade bread, and Amish butta. I mean helloooo!
Randomly, that scene from Dumb and Dumber with Petey the headless bird pops into my mind. Poor Petey, such a pretty bird.
I still think Burger King is pronounced "bur-bur-king." Thanks ma.
I also love when my babies cuddle me, but is it just me or are sleeping kiddos friggin' ninjas? I just got whacked in the face by DC's foot! How did it even get up here to begin with?
Also, I am no marriage expert, but have gotten such a crazy response to my marriage dating post. Thank you all for the love and support. Wishing I could drop off a basket of my favorite bread-n-butta for ya'll. I would even settle for a Starbucks date, but listen I've got a kid in my bed, and in a few short hours he'll be demanding breakfast and a show. I better hit the hay and pray to the heavens I don't lose a tooth from the headbutt I can already see coming from this secret sleeping ninja of my son!
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