Dear Mother Nature.

It’s JUNE. :: flips off Mother Nature ::

The End.

I’ve been a bit saucy, what from being cooped up in our house for three gdayammothereffing days. And, what with being cooped up and all, I use my only outlet to the Real World: Teh Internet. So, you may, or may not, have received emails including the following verbage. And if you did not, by god, consider yourself lucky.

I’m hoping to pass off my children today so I can go get some, you know, actual work done since working from home is like sticking my face in a cement mixer and trying to add.

God, that probably got tossed to spam the minute I typed whorish. Or maybe panties. Or LOOOK! You can have a GIGANTIC PENISSSSS.

Let’s just make this all official since I already have his balls in a mason jar.

And, because honestly, this was supposed to be a wordless Wednesday but I’ve been cooped up with a child who DOES NOT HAVE RSV OH, NO NO,  HE HAS A RUNNY NOSE AND IS TEETHING AND WOOOPS! THAT’S OUR BAD so instead you get blahdyblahdyblahblablaahhhhh. From me. To you. With Love.

And a photo.

A little ala FussyPants style:

We took Baby O for his first swing experience the other day. I realized LB I had a picture of LB around the same time swinging her first. So here they are, experiencing the joy of flying, freely through the air with nothing but strong metal and plastic keeping them safe.

If you want to play along, give me a caption. I have no fun prizes to offer you except a hit on technorati and some linky love. And also a cookie. With sprinkles on top.

Is it still wordless Wednesday if there are words? I always get the rules messed up…

Because one day I might find time to write words, today, you get this.

And also because I, apparently, don’t know what day it is… (It’s not Wednesday?!)

More People Who Don’t Know What Day It Is here.