Darn it all...I got nothing. No story of terror or doom worthy enough for w.m.e. post. However, I refuse to be the one caught not posting...
The worst I got is my oldest son in currently on his way back from Miami after getting Nascarified today. With all the other stringy hair, one tooth, trailer park living lovelies who always seem to be only people media can find in Florida to interview after some natural disaster. I am positive my 5 year old will be all sunshine and rainbows tomorrow at 6:30am after finally getting to bed at oh say 11pm. Awesome.
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I see quite a bit of point potential here but can't quite figure out how to award - I think your post is missing a certain "I danced while Rome burned" quality that this story could clearly feature. How do you feel about a re-write?
Here's what she didn't say: Kyle will forever be hard of hearing since his 5th birthday present was a day at Nascar.
Can't even get a point on that one...I made Kevin get the total cover ear muffs for Kyle to wear.
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