Posts I'm working on:

Emily shot a bird with her BB gun.

She loves to store it in the grill.

She wraps it up in a Wal-Mart bag.

And brings it out for all to see.

We finally threw it out after four days of me worrying about what kind of disease is festering under her fingernails.

Video to come after I bribe my husband to show me how to unload it to the blog.

Garrett asked me the other day if Jeff was going to be a grandpa when he turns 8. He is 6.

Abbys maturation class is tomorrow.

I am already sweating in my armpits.

I hate that kind of stuff.

I am totally comfortable talking about poop and pee and vomit.

When it comes to secret parts I run and hide.

Why is that?