My daughter has a large stuffed horse that was given to her by her grandmother last Christmas. She loves this thing, and was "riding" it all over the house last night.
As Canetto was over at a neighbor's watching football, I let her climb into bed with me to try and get her to fall asleep. (The child requires NO sleep. None. I usually tuck her in by saying, "I love you and you exhaust me.") So, she climbed up into my bed with the large stuffed horse and we all fell asleep there. When Canetto came home a couple of hours later, he moved her into her own room, then could not sleep himself, so he went to the guest room so as not to disturb me.
Which means that when I woke up this morning at 5:00am, I looked over and saw a horse head on the pillow next to me.
Definitely better than sleeping with the fishes,
Brutalism
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Bahaha! Yikes!
I just thought of something ingenius. Put those hobby horse heads on an actual BROOM and then the kids can sweep the floor as they play! :)
Also now I want canolis from the Italian bakery.
VA, you could always buy these: http://www.hulu.com/watch/2346/saturday-night-live-swiffer-sleepers
This is why my kids only play with female blow-up dolls.
Wake up with one of THOSE next to you and, bam...great start to your day.
Moooooog35, if that ever becomes boring for your kids, and they feel as though they are missing out not having an animal companion, I hear--from someone in the know--that there is something called the "Love Ewe."
Your kids could have the benefit of an animal toy...and...well if it happens to be in your bed one morning...so could you. Best of both worlds!
And that's why I love you Tard. Your willingness to help others, no matter how depraved (the person or the offer of help!).
Tante - Without airing all your dirty laundry, don't you mean, "that is why I LOVE EWE, Tard." ?
Shut it.
I so wish I could hang out with you guys/gals, you have that brutal yet loving way about you...oh I mean Ewe!
TeeHee. :D
Hey, something to spoon with is something to spoon with.
This thread reminds me of an old Rolling Stones song. From what I hear the original draft was written while on tour in Scotland and it went a little something like this:
"Hey, Hey, McLeod get offa my ewe"
Context is everything.
PS: My verification word is "tinge" which is somehow appropriate.
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