sure, i'll watch your kid. right after i swing by the pharmacy and pick up my post-partum depression pills

For the past few days I have been clicking my blog link here and there just to see the sweet photo of JG staring at my earwax shooting love lasers into my head.  I know you all are sickened by the off chances I post something completely out of character and not at all cynical.  So, "good" things must come to an end and to erase the memory of the lovey-dovey syrup-sticky stuff I posted about my husband and love... here's some real shit for ya.

today ladybug said, {do monsters exist or are they just pretend}

and i said, {just pretend}

and t-man said, {no, they exist if god makes them exist}

and i said, {but who makes god exist}

and then it was quiet.

later they were playing in the driveway with the nutty kid from the cul-de-sac and they came inside because they heard a noise and got scared.

and i was like, {that's just other kids.}

and they were like, {but they're cry-ing}

and i was like, {that's because god made monsters exist and the monsters are eating them}

then i closed the door to the garage and came back in here to blog this.

Who says I'm not maternal?