Zoey's room is never clean. She will spend, literally, four hours cleaning her room and I will give it the "Ok". Twenty minutes later it's a disaster area again. I really haven't been able to figure it out yet. It's a little weird.
So my dad says to her this morning, "Zoey, your room is always a mess. What are you going to do - always have a messy room your whole life?"
She responds, "No grandpa, when I grow up I'll have someone clean it for me."
Hee hee. Now, in the meantime, it would be great if she could at least keep a path open so I can kiss her goodnight without stepping on something and swearing. :o)
Thursday, March 26, 2009
My boy the stud
Harrison and I are driving the other day and he looks out his window and sees a guy in a nice car with three girls. He says, "Wow, that guys lucky! A nice car and three girls!" He then continues, "Oh, two of his girls are checking me out." He then proceeds to raise his hands, lock his fingers and place his hands behind his head with elbows pointing out and sighs, "Too bad for them. I'm waaaaay out of their league."
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