A tender moment while snuggling with Eddie (4) at bedtime . . .

Eddie – You didn’t feed me dinner.

Erin – You totally had dinner when we went through the McDonald’s drive-thru on the way to pick the big kids up.

Eddie – It doesn’t count if we don’t sit around the table and I get to share my stories.

Thank you for reading this edition of When Your Own Words Come Back and Bite You In Your Butt.

 

Thank you and did you remember to Supersize my side of guilt?

Finding the Funny

It is a beautiful spring day, and we are lazing on the couch in Erin’s sunroom blogging. Erin is absentmindedly stroking her cat.

Erin says as she strokes his chest, “Wow, my cat’s fur is turning red. I thought he was all black.”

Ellen replies, “Cats just don’t turn red. Are you sure “he” is a male? Those are calico markings and calicos are almost universally female.”

Erin says, “Of course I have a male, I’m not stupid. More importantly, who knows this kind of sh*%? <pause> Dork.”

But Erin proceeds to reluctantly flip the cat over and poke around in its nether regions. Oh, yes, there was searching.

Erin exclaims, “There’s no penis! This is not my cat!”

Cat thinks, “WTF? Buy me dinner first.”

Ellen at this point is crying so hard that tears and snot are running down her face. Erin opens the door and shoos the grifter cat out faster than Maria Shriver gave the boot to the Terminator.

We can’t make this mess up. Erin has two “real” cats. She had previously taken one to the vet because he was losing his fur. The vet diagnosed anxiety. Do you think this could be the reason…

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Anxiety!?! Yeah, I got anxiety! My backside is a balding mess! There's been a strange cat living in my house! And no one knew! Thank goodness for Ellen and her mad genetic knowledge!

It’s Monday Listicles time. This week is kid edition. The assignment was to list ten reasons why being a child is great. Or why it is not. It was up to us, so we talked to our kids.

We know our kids are some of the luckiest, most blessed kids on the planet. Pretty much everything about being a kid in one of our families rocks. When we asked them about their childhoods, most of them declined to comment (they were too busy running around enjoying this gorgeous spring weather), but we did hear some mutterings and complaints about the “stupid blog.” So, we’re going with that.  Erin and Ellen

       10 Reasons Being A Kid with A Mom Who Blogs Rocks

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Head on over to Monday Listicles and read some other great blogs. Or better yet, write your own list and link it up.

You know the saying, “You never know someone until you have walked a mile in their shoes.” Well, it was never truer than when said about a mom. Here is a little snapshot of Ellen’s Friday told through her footwear.