i dropped bets off at the gym's "kids club" for the first time today while i "worked out". i'm pretty sure it hurt my heart way more than hers, as she was eating snacks and playing happily on the toys when i showed up for retrieval.
the real question is this: couldn't they just TRY to make me feel a little better and give her like, number 12 or something? i mean, does she have to be inmate 3460?
that is HILARIOUS! I'm sure the numbers started at 3450, right? also when you say "worked out" it makes me envision you eating a cinnamon roll while lounging in the sauna?
ReplyDeleteI was out of the room when I heard Dad laughing out loud...more and then more! You really tickled his funny bones[yes plural] when he read this posting.
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