Just opened a Sam Adams Light. Tonight's response time to any crib melodramas (see yesterday's post) will be noticeably slower.
The Governor is starting to use quite a few multiple word sentences. Tonight he grabbed a book and was heading up the stairs towards the kitchen yelling, "I'm coming, Mama!"
Precocious child or demon possession? I'm voting for the latter.
I'm too tired to think up anything else to entertain you this evening, (blame The Gov's 3:00 a.m., 4:45 a.m., and 6:15 a.m. wake up calls) so I refer you here, here, and here for some amusement.
What?! Who snaked my beer? The bottle is almost empty. Hope we have another one in the fridge.
Posted by Cathy at October 13, 2003 09:29 PMMaybe you should save that last Sam's light for the Gov before he goes to bed. Alcohol calms the savage beast.
Posted by: Dave Plummer at October 14, 2003 02:47 PM