About an hour ago in the Tuna House:
Me: I'll pay you to put the kids to bed tonight.
Him: How much are you willing to pay me?
Me: Hmmmm...name your price, Baby.
Him: (With a gleam in his eye) Un huh.
Then he did this weird click/tick thing and winked, like guys in movies do.
So he's putting the kids to bed, and I'm waiting to see what the payment will be.
I need a break. Everyday we get more bad news but I'm sick of even thinking about it. It's actually become sort of funny. What could happen next?
Oh! I have more big news. This is right up there with liberation from the diaper bag. We hired a babysitter for tomorrow night. Our sitter even got her license, so she can drive herself right on over. Woo Hoo! This is huge.
Y'all rock. I'm tired. Nighty, night.
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