Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I am married to such a goofball. Thankfully that's one of the things I love most about him, so hey, it's a win-win! I wish I could be half as quick and witty as he is. Or maybe I'll just hope that Lilly inherited his silly genes. After all, we don't call her Silly Lilly for nothing.
While on a walk with Lilly and Midas a couple days ago...
Me: I think I still want to have 4 kids.
Matt: I think you're still crazy.
Me: You're the one who already wants another.
Matt: Yeah, 1 more.
Me: Let's just have 17 more, like the Duggars.
Matt: You better find yourself 16 more husbands.
Last night, when I woke up at 4am starving for the 3rd night in a row...
Me: I'm starving again.
Matt: Order a pizza!
OK, maybe I find him funnier than you will or maybe you had to be there. At any rate, I now bring you "The Sweet Sounds of Lillian Rebecca". Please ignore her father's psychodelic attempt at making viewers vomit. And ignore my inability to quit laughing. FOCUS ON THE BABY.