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A deep and meaningful conversation between Sarcastic Mom and myself.

Enjoy.

Tucker got home from school yesterday and we were discussing our days.

His was spent trying to strong-arm his way into a finance class and mine was spent solving site issues and chasing Cara.

What I found particularly special was the fact that my entire day was summarized into about five minutes worth of talk while the actual day had felt BIG and BUSY and STRESSFUL.  There’s nothing like that “How was your day” talk to make your day feel small.

I found this news story on http://kensingtonvictoria.com/ and laughed my ass off.  I’m going to hell for laughing but it is funny.

This morning was one of those mornings when you wake up and realize that you’re out of food.  When I say “out of food” I mean that what is in the fridge probably should have been tossed last month and what’s not growing a new civilization is a condiment.

Cara, the fetus and I all needed breakfast so we took a fun filled trip to McDonald’s.  It’s not a usual thing so the fast food guilt didn’t take hold…especially when my stomach was making more noise than Cara.

This is what I call “baby proof”:

The Christmas season is now officially upon us.

Since we live about 16 hours away from our family, we receive all of our Christmas presents via the Post Office or UPS and FedEx.

I’ve never been too concerned about loosing a package in the mail or scared that something would get broken.

Until I got this in the mail on Saturday. They damaged mail sent by them! Now that’s some funny shit!

At least they apologized, right?

I have always been a lover of animals.

When I was much younger, my love bordered on fanaticism/obsession.

I watched way too many hours of Wild Kingdom and could name just about every animal in our local museum.

So, you can imagine my elation when I was told that we were going to visit the Memphis Zoo.

As we drove the hour and half to the zoo, I bugged my mom about all of the different animals that we would see.

When we finally arrived, I passed each exhibit and named off each animal. When I say “named” I really mean hollered. [I’ve never been a “quite” person]