Wednesday, June 29, 2011

"When you are this mean to me, I wish I just lived with my dad."  -Patrick Walden

And so it begins.  This is what I get for refusing to accept the recommendation that Skittles be the entree for dinner last night instead of the Jaipur veggies and rice that I had made.  Silly me.  Well, silly Patrick for forgetting how mad he was at me when he came crawling into bed with me at 11:30 after a nightmare and wanted me to snuggle him back to sleep.  Apparently, I can't be all that bad.   
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