Story about "Mr Ant..."

Well, it's Thursday evening and Murray is busy playing with his computer, so I thought I would pop in to drop you all a quick note.

Here's a funny story...much to Murray's disgust!!! When he proceeded to open up his lunch box today, loaded with all those yummy sandwiches I made him, out crawled "Mr Ant"...he even asked me if I was playing a prank on him. All I can say is this "did you even stop to think for one second, that maybe he got trapped in there".

Amy, has quite a busy weekend ahead of her, as her group of friends are all starting to turn 2. With 3 parties on Saturday and 1 on Sunday...she sure is our little "Socialite". Will be sure to post pics of her after all the celebration is over.

Me signing out, as I leave you with this...

Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small. Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he un-characteristically comes up with a suggestion. "If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it between them for a few seconds." Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in front of the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.... "How long will this take?" I asked. "They will grow larger over a period of years," my husband replies. I stopped. " Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?" Without missing a beat he says "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"