Well, maybe you can handle it.
But I can't.
My precious girls!
How did you become so naughty?
Well, it is time I revealed the truth from yesterday's post:
People!
My girls would never steal.
PUH-lease.
#1 was false.
Rachel was the only person who guessed correctly!
Yes, they threw apples at someone else's camp trailer while I was being suffocated by a parachute.
Thankfully, the people were not at the campground during this time and the apples cause no damage.
Our little angels had to sit at the campfire for the rest of the night: about 4 hours.
And yes, they plucked the lattice of off the neighbor's fence for the own little wood pile.
My sweet girls came running into the house:
"Mama! Come look at our play house! We have some wood for winter! Come look!"
Well, mama looked.
And mama did not like what she saw.
The Lumberjack rebuilt the fence-it took him about 45 minutes.
So the girls each owed him 45 minutes of extra chores.
*sigh*
Where do I hand in my resignation?
Clearly, I am not fit to be a mother.
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Update: I now have Taylor Swift on my IPod.
Question: Is Taylor Swift only cool for the junior high crowd?
Just tell me the truth.
Either way, I still love that song.
Finish the line:
"Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, _______________
_________________________________"?
