Yesterday we had a minor disaster whereby I could not find Ella's little stuffed duck she sleeps with and though this should maybe be categorized up there with a so-so problem it is more of a on-pain-of-death problem. No, really. Summer actually threatened me with that one particular thing. DO NOT LOSE THE DUCK. So, the damn duck has been lost twice. Yesterday I eventually found it in the pantry, (see picture below), today Bud had to come home and find it for us on the bathtub ledge, curtain was closed on the little bastard. Each time I've run through the house with adrenelin pumping through my veins and my ass on fire for this duck.
you still smash your cheek into mine when you want to see what i'm looking at; i don't know what you're talking about...
Posted by: ga | May 21, 2009 at 06:50 PM