Mr. 3 after falling off the bench in the kitchen last night:
The Dad: Are you okay? What did you hit?
Mr. 3: The floor
Mr. 5 sitting next to me on the couch:
Mr. 5: I just farted.
Me: What are you supposed to say?
Mr. 5: It stinks.
Mr. 11 calling me at 6:30 p.m. while I'm in Target--and it's raining outside:
Me: Hello?
Mr. 11: Mom, it's me. Have you seen my shoes?
Me: Um? Not since this morning. I'm at Target.
Mr. 11: I can't find my shoes.
Me: Did you look around? Did you look in my room?
Mr. 11: I can't find them anywhere! I don't know where they are.
Me: It's raining outside and dark. You don't need them right now do you?
Mr. 11: I've looked everywhere. I can't find them. Moooom...
Me: I can't do much about it right now. I'm at Target.
Mr. 11: Well! I can't find my shoes. I'm not going to be able to go to school tomorrow.
Friday night me and the hubs got a little time to ourselves. It was late. We tried to start something, but we just couldn't--um--finish. I got a little upset, but I was so tired I fell asleep. I then woke up to the sound of the hubs dry heaving in the bathroom--bad sour cream we think.
The next day...
Me: Do we need to talk about last night?
Hubs: Um.
Me: Is there something wrong? Is our sex life over?
Hubs: No. No.
Me: Was it because you felt so bad?
Hubs: Yeah, that sour cream killed me.
Me: Well why didn't you tell me to stop?
Hubs: I didn't want to say "Hey babe I gotta stop I think I'm going to throw up."
Me: Awww. You wanted to save my ego?
Am I a lucky girl to be living with these four guys or what??