We are headed to Oklahoma tomorrow for a 96-hour Wito bonanza.
By God, if one sick person tries to touch or hold him, I will throw down out on the chilly lawn of dead grass. How’s that for Christmas spirit?
Germy selfish people + Whoorl = UFC
Abundant snark from the trip coming your way next week.
Happy Holidays!
Many of you have asked how I’ve been adapting to this whole working mom gig. I’d love to spill my guts to you all in painstaking detail, but for now, this photo should answer that question.
This is what Wito had to wear yesterday after realizing I hadn’t done his laundry since returning to work.
Fancy, don’t you think?
Babble Voices
