tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480091744467372700.post6845818077342554851..comments2011-12-30T10:57:25.232-05:00Sundayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15333402968377000814noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480091744467372700.post-74888741626995119192011-12-30T10:57:25.232-05:002011-12-30T10:57:25.232-05:00"And then I realized I was nuts" - Me too, girl- but I only realized it when you said it right now. Thanks for that. I'm glad they left. Whoo hoo! More room for the boys! Love it.Karen V.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02432239210579792788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480091744467372700.post-34346622524265429862011-12-29T19:48:28.752-05:002011-12-29T19:48:28.752-05:00Oh, those perfect bitches! How I hate them! Seriously, I have been there. This week my son is on break so we are trying to keep him Busy, but every kid in town is on break too, so it's crowded everywhere good. We went to a bounce place, which he loves, but we had to go after an hour, it got so crowded. Breaks.Joannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00585179358306590340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480091744467372700.post-32533336023455086562011-12-29T14:41:22.135-05:002011-12-29T14:41:22.135-05:00Oh my friend. Im reading this at a bounce place where just a few minutes ago, I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying "how nice it must be to be a perfect mom to perfect children" due to some looks I got for not correcting my son. Who was bouncing and laughing at a bounce place, for heavens sake. And not hurting anyone.Shellhttp://www.thingsicantsay.comnoreply@blogger.com