Holey

At mass last week:
Ali: (wiggle, wiggle, squirm, whisper)
Mom: "Squeeker, you are almost 7 years old. You should be paying attention. And praying."
Ali: "I don't know what to pray about."
Mom: "Pray that God will fill up the holes in your face."
Ali "Good one, Mom." Folds hands...

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All In a Day's Work

"Hi M'am.  I'm Eva with E.P. Discount Home Inspections.  Where would you like me to start?"

"Yeah, you got a big place here and I'm just learning this upright, two-footed stuff.

This may take me a while."

"Okay, well the problem here, obviously, is that you got way too may papers in this here basket.

I'm just gonna reorganize this a bit for you."

"I see this a lot.  Too many Q-tips.  Definately too many."

"Now, has anyone ever told you this Irish Spring is expired? 

That's probably the problem with this cabinet."

"I love my job."

"Okay, um, how many kids did you say you got?

Cause... you got enough toys in here for 6."

"Now, I wouldn't say I have a lot of experience with these wet, dish machines,

but I'd say the problem isn't with that there spinny thing up top,

more than likely it's this here flappy bit."

"So, that's about it.  That'll cost ya 2 peanut butter crackers and an apple juice.

I'll have my secretary send you a reciept."

Of course she is!

Mold?

Our conversation:

Mom: "Love the hairdo, Meatball."

Mia: "Mom? My name Mold."

Mom: "Uh, you want me to call you Mold?"

Mia: "Yep. Mold with the long hair."

Mom: "Okay.."

Don't even act like you've never worn striped tights on your head and

pretended you had long Rapunzel-esque locks.

You've done it.

We're on to you.

Iris Maria

Well, it took me a while to figure out how to post this... but I'd like you to meet my new niece. My only niece. My little BFF. My Princess Petunia Pooty Pants. The mouse to my moose.. This is Iris Maria.