Yesterday, i went to a grown up girl, sit by the pool, drink margaritas (i passed as i had errands to run, what was i thinking), enjoy the sun and friendship, birthday party while the kids were at school.
Then it happened, I used the word.
"Poop-corn" instead of popcorn. Some how i ended up talking about popcorn, but called it poop-corn. Nobody really noticed, except me. This is what my son calls popcorn. I knew it would work into my vocabulary. And it did. well, poop...corn.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
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That is funny, I didn't notice that...I think we are so used to crazy things, we just accept them and move on to the next crazy thing. Then you also have to look at the company you keep...haha! smooches!! We aren't exactly the "normalist" friends...
ahhahahaha!
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