Daisies & Diapers

Well hello. Yesterday I sent this little box o' goodies to the Big Guy at work.  Twelve pineapple daisies dipped in chocolate.  The card read: Dada enjoy your daisies because we bought them with your credit card. Love - M, N & Brody.

It wasn't a kind gesture or a nice little treat to reward him for working so hard. Nope.  I'm not that sweet of a wife.  What I do know is that I will remind him about this box of daisies when he realizes that I flushed a dookie diaper down the toilet. Don't worry, I picked up all my TB flats off the floor and have my pants rolled in anticipation of the flood.  I know.  You were concerned. 

I'm off.  I need to fetch M from my bedroom where she is sitting on the bed eating a DiGiorno pizza watching Calliou. Oh, the horror. Child watching T.V., eating frozen pizza in the middle of the day.  At least she is sitting on the Big Guy's side of the bed.  I've got that going for me. xox