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Smurfette: "Mommy, it smells really bad in my room....it smells like ink right next to my baby's crib."
Me: "INK!?" (I'm thinking, how the hell does she even know what ink smells like?)
Smurfette: "Yeah, and now my blanky's gonna smell like ink"
Me: "Let's go sniff....(we go to her room together) "hmmmm, yuck! It kinda smells like pee-pee"...."I hope Gracie didn't pee on your carpet"....I walk around feeling for a wet spot on her carpet....I then get down on all fours sniffing the carpet....can't tell where the odor is coming from.....
Smurfette: "maybe it's C's diaper"
Me: "Huh? What do you mean C's diaper....where?"
Smurfette: "Right there!" and she points to a nasty, pee soaked pull-up sitting in her baby's crib.
C is my niece....she spent the night over 10 days ago......!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hubby went to the Tigers' opening day Monday. He went with a few colleagues and they were in a suite. So he tells me the following story....
We were all (a bunch of business men in their suits) standing around mingling and talking amongst ourselves when out of no where two ho-bags stumble in the door (K...those weren't his exact words...I'm paraphrasing here). Actually, I think he used the term "suite groupies". Suite groupies???!!! Seriously??!!
The
business men: "ummm...no?"
The
business men: "ummmm....no?"
business men: "ummmm.....no?"
business men: "ummmm...no? I think we're good."
There's no moral to this story...just thought it was funny.
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