I was going to post a hilarious video of Grady swearing up a storm but my phone is being a dick and I cannot be arsed to figure it out.
I'm trying to come up with something I care less about than my stupid dickish phone, but I can't.
Meal planning. I care less about meal planning. I was going strong there for a while but then the wheels fell off the cart and I'm back to square one. We had takeout pizza for dinner last night is what I'm saying.
So to summarize: my phone is a dick, Grady says the F word now, and my feelings taste like extra cheesy pizza. How are you doing?
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It's one of those days, isn't it? Here we're on the recovery (I hope, dear god, I hope) from baby's first projectile vomiting episode. There's a day I'd never want to repeat! Here's hoping your day perks up.
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