If I Twittered, this is what it might look like. And I say "might" because I don't really know much about Twitter. Nor do I want to. A blog addiction is bad enough.
This was my phone call to Danny right before he came home from work yesterday and if I Twittered, I'd likely post it:
Poop! I don't know how! Everywhere! My shirt. The BACK OF MY SHIRT. MY pants. Muhh! COME HOME NOW! bleck.
5 comments:
nikki...i'm sorry but i'm totally laughing because i hear you sister.....sometimes we have poopy days.....literally! ick! :) :)
I remember the good old days - had one of my sweet little babies explode all over me in Relief Society!
Cute twitter bird, by the way.
Okay, I fess up--I ave a twitter account. But I don't twit. or tweet. I can't sum up my thoughts in 140 characters or less!
does sewage in my tub count as a poopy day, ha ha?! HOpe all the poopy came out of your clothes and off the little ones.
Mom W. -- eek. I am sure glad that hasn't happened to me in public, yet. I did have a baby wet out in Relief Society a month or so ago. I ended up stripping him down and putting him back in his carseat, alfresco. But he didn't get it on me.
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