8.30 Mr. Waffle announces that we need bread and milk and he will
purchase same at lunch time.  “Well, I can make bread” I say and
then, after a pause for reflection, “and also milk.”
9.00 -11.00 Sit on couch trapped under feeding babies.  Ring my
mother and wake her up.  Tell her about the Affables’ twins. 
She says “was it an IVF pregnancy?”
11.00 – 11.30 Decide to venture out with the boys with a view to
purchasing bread and milk as the rain has stopped.  Make elaborate
preparations:

11.45 Decide to knock boys out with formula before leaving.  Undo elaborate preparations.
12.00 Boys conked, redo elaborate preparations.  Rain starts again.  Abandon hope of ever leaving the house.

UndercoverCookie

on 16 November 2005 at 13:40

me too… too funny. 0
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poggle

on 16 November 2005 at 16:06

Bread and milk – heeheehee …. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 17 November 2005 at 17:20

Yes, thank you, I am hilariously funny. Yvonne, liked your story about your needs not being met. 0
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