2. Not all tissue papers are created equally. I know this because I have fluffed no less than 297 tissue paper pom poms tonight.
3. Ask me if said poms will be suspended from the dining room fan by Cleanburst Reach Floss, and I will kindly respond Oh, yes they are. So if anyone gets corn stuck in their teeth during the birthday festivities this weekend, you'll know where to go.
4. While we're discussing dental issues, are you familiar with David after the Dentist? If not, go watch THIS, laugh, and return to see the below picture which bares resemblence to David when he rises from his seat in a dinosaur-likre roar. Becks informed me that he was being a dinosaur. An axshophone dinosaur to be specific. Roar.
5. Beckham proclaimed {loudly} in Target today that he was going to Hit me in the p*nis. It was all I could do to jump across the aisle and slap my hand over his mouth, and another one over my own. Because it was also kind of funny.
6. Did you know the Canadian post is on strike? I'm ordering something through Etsy, and there's been a delay due to shipping issues resulting from the strike. Just an interesting little fact for you. {Also, if you are in fact Canadian, I am sorry about the strike. I'm sure that's frustrating on both ends.}
7. Becks has developed the talent? adaptation? super power? to sleep through a variety of power tools. I kid you not, he can go to bed and sleep soundly while the drum sander is turning right above our room - which we are currently sharing with him during the Big Boy Bedroom reno. This is likely due to the fact that our home has been under some form of construction during the entire three years he's been alive.
8. One of the goals on my Sunspiration list is to read at least 2 novels. I finished Firefly Lane last week and *loved* it. If you are madly in love with Summer Sisters by Judy Blume {as I am}, then you must read it. I randomly came across it at a library book sale I was working and am twelve kinds of glad I did. What are you reading this summer?
9. B is working tomorrow, which means if I want to run by myself while it's still less than 80 degrees out, I have to run super early. Although I love the commentary my little buddy in the running stroller provides as we jog together, it's really so much easier if I just run solo. He usually wants to talk or request I pick up a rock or a pinecone. I'm just focusing on
10. Who else could watch True Life marathons all day? What would I do without trashy TV?
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