I'm typing this from my IPad. I HATE blogging from my IPad :/ I was going to blow your minds with a super fantastic 4th of July blog, but something happened...the electricity flashed, the TV stopped working, there was no Internet and I'm left just sitting here with my IPad. I may go upstairs nd finish purging. So far I have collected 4 trash bags of donation stuff and one bag of trash from Diva's room. The kid had 30+ Barbies. A 5 year old doesn't need that many Barbies. She's gone for a week and I wonder if she will even notice the stuff is missing when she gets home next week? So, I am going to go. Mr. Mayer and I are actually going to have to talk to each other~eeekkk! That can't be possible?!
You would think I would be referring to myself or Mr. Mayer. But, no. I'm talking about the precocious little girl that lives in this house. "I cleaned my room damn good." Wait. What? That was the sentence Diva told me a few weeks ago when I asked her if she had cleaned her room. I was in shock. Mr. Mayer was stifling a laugh. Diva was dead serious. A few days after that she came downstairs and told me to "Tell those damn boys to leave my damn toys alone." Apparently her brother's were messing with her Barbies. We have also had the occasional "damn it" when she drops something or spills something. It was super embarrassing when we were at Target and she dropped a toy in the toy department and said "damn it." Thankfully there was no one around to hear her. Diva's um...creative (?) vocabulary started as soon as she started speaking. She has always used big words, whether she knew what they meant or not. Mr. Mayer and I are totally ...
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