Thats why I like white towels as well! hahaha.
OH NO you didn't!I hope Mr. Furious can find something on you!
I was kind of hoping that he might miss this one if I posted it while we were away. heehee.
once again, i am laughing out loud at one of your posts. Mrs. F., you are something else...and i mean that in the best way!
MichellineAre you blogging on your drive home?!?!Sorry that we missed you guys today.. I would have gone to AK if we'd known!It was great meeting you all. Your kids are great! :)
Julie,This would be my questionable post. The only thing I feel bad about is that when Mr F doesn't have his glasses on he can't see very well and so I'm not sure he ever knew about this little mishap! Oh well...
OMG... I am CRY-ING over here!!I love white towels. But I like Hubby to wear black underwear. There's only so much bleach can do.
MichellineAre you blogging on your drive home?!?!Yep. I was using Chris's geek phone as a blue tooth modem for my laptop. How's that for modern technology?It was great meeting you all. Your kids are great!It was wonderful meeting you too! We really did enjoy your kids. Libby really enjoyed Kid (so did we) and we adored Baby. She *almost* made me want to have another one so I would have one to hug and kiss on. But then I regained my sanity.I wish we could have seen each other today, but both of my girls were exhausted and were actually begging to go home. Weirdos.
I love white towels. But I like Hubby to wear black underwear. There's only so much bleach can do.Have you thought about buying flushable wipes? Those are marvelous.
Oh please... we should have gotten stock in flushable wipes!
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.Maybe we should discuss which of us has had poop in our pants most recently?
Umm.. first of all that was 8 years ago... second of all I'm not sure that *anal leakage* due to unfortunate stomach issues counts... I will say that was one of the funniest days of my life. Nothing like walking up the subway steps in front of 100 people having no idea what had happened or why people were looking at me until I got home!
We, too, use flushable wipes to keep our bums April fresh. By "we", I mean me, of course. I can't coax Skidmark Man to use them. But that's okay, because what I can't see doesn't trigger my OCD.
My only vindication for this internet-wide embarrassment comes from the knowledge that Mrs. F went in for the close-up identifying sniff—because she thought it was chocolate from Kid F wiping her mouth...
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