Friday, April 27, 2007

Last night's conversation

"So... what's the big plan for tomorrow?"
"Marky Mark AND the Funky bunch will probably drive up in a Yaris."
"I hate that car."
"I know. They'll come, and then the car will stomp all over little gas nozzle spiders."
"Yuck. Did you know Marky has a third nipple?"

When I was dropping Willa off at day care this morning, I overhead a mom telling someone that her son was 26 months old. It's a matter of person taste, but I think at this point Willa is just over a year, soon she'll be almost a year and a half, and beyond that she'll be nearly two. When do we draw the line for age in months?

I almost called my mom today to tell her that today I am 384 months old. I'll save you the division. Today I turn 32. I hope Willie Nelson and Jimmy Carter swing by with the funky bunch.

3 comments:

Em said...

You stinker. Sneaking into your blog! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Amy!!!

~Jac

Anonymous said...

LOLOL, happy birthday you old lady!! ~Bri