Monday, June 09, 2008

you wish you were me, don't you?

Here I sit, with my laptop and a glass of sangria.
It's wonderful...

Here I sit, between two rooms, each with my slumbering boys.
Both snoring in perfect unison...

Here I sit, on the couch with the dog, enjoying my sangria.
Now gagging from the farting dog.

Don't you wish you were me?
Sitting here.
With noise.
and dog farts.

The life of a mommy, big boys, small boys, snoring boys and stinky dog. Sweet.

14 comments:

chrissy said...

as gross as it may smell and sound, it really sounds like a peace of heaven!!

Beth at I Should Be Folding Laundry said...

I may not wish I were you (with the farting dog and all) but I do wish I had your eyebrows and your hair. :) And your photography skills. And your taste in jewelry. and your car. oh, I'll take your eyes, too.

Adventures In Babywearing said...

Oh I have a feeling you were happy to be you in those moments, too...

Steph

iheartchocolate said...

Oh I'd totally take your eyes too-karoake girl.

Ahhh the farting dogs. LuckY!

Mimi's Toes said...

And so it goes that I am sitting here eating my lunch reading about your farting dog....You crack me up girl.

Autumn said...

Yes, yes I do. Even with the farts, volumes better than my little grey cubicle. Bring on the sangria!

my wonderful men... said...

I've been there, it's like a flash back or dream something.

You have to love them all - even the farty dog.

Amy

Crazed Mom said...

All my "men" fart~teens and spouse. I suggested to spouse we invent a couch that vents to the outside for all the males in the world. :)

Megan (FriedOkra) said...

I want some of that sangria! YUM!

Laurie & Chris said...

Wow! That sounds like a nice relaxing evening!!! LOL!!!

Ann(ie) said...

Same here. But no dog. Just a bipolar cat.

Lynette said...

You totally crack me up! Sometimes I wish I could be as uninhibited as a dog and care less. Sigh.

SJ said...

Mmmmm Sangria!


Ewwwwww stinky dog farts!

addhumorandfaith said...

I once knew a boxer named Percy who had taken farting to an art form. I was a teenage babysitter at his house. After the kids were in bed and I would sit down to read or watch TV, he would come and quietly sit next to me and proceed to pass the most awful gas ever. I don't know if that meant he liked me -- or that he was trying to scare me off. I don't remember babysitting there too many times, so maybe the latter worked.