addendum to my previous post.
I have forgotten to add another example of how utterly immature I am. My husband pointed this out to me recently.
I have an app on my phone called Talking Tom. If any of you reading this have kids, you should know all about talking tom. He is a cat that repeats back everything you say in a cute little squeaky voice. My kids like to make him say poop and fart and whatnot. I like to get him to say other things when the kids aren't around. Do you have any idea how adorable it is to hear a sweet, little kitten say, "What's up, Mother Fucker"? It literally never gets old. Jason just stares at me in digust.
Also note: an Etch-a-Sketch is never safe in my presence.
I have an app on my phone called Talking Tom. If any of you reading this have kids, you should know all about talking tom. He is a cat that repeats back everything you say in a cute little squeaky voice. My kids like to make him say poop and fart and whatnot. I like to get him to say other things when the kids aren't around. Do you have any idea how adorable it is to hear a sweet, little kitten say, "What's up, Mother Fucker"? It literally never gets old. Jason just stares at me in digust.
Also note: an Etch-a-Sketch is never safe in my presence.
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