Nitrogen.
{Sorry to curse.}
That’s my newest bad word. So if we’re real life friends and you hear me say it…it’s bad. Real bad.
I promised this wouldn’t happen. I promised I would test, and test again, and then test my test.
But the trunk of poo made me over-confident.
No excuses…I shoulda, shoulda, shoulda’ed. My former self is kicking my current self.
Bitty E and I did have a good time doing the test.
Please Hammer, don’t hurt em.
Shake, shake, shake senora.
She calls me a forget-me-not when she wants to tease me. This mostly comes when she’s asking for some milk and I’m running around trying to pack lunches, get the laundry going, and keep bitty G from feeding the dog straight from the highchair…of course, forgetting the milk. But maybe she’s onto something here, because I just…can’t…seem…to…get this one down…
Perhaps this would help.
