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Poop.
The story of my life. |
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Don't ever ask my husband to help you apply nail polish to your chigger bites. No matter if you're his son or his wife, he's going to turn it into a smiley face.
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And now, a random poetry snippet by Sharon
Sometimes I use my cell phone
as a flash light in the dark.
With all the clutter on the floor
I'm bound to trip and leave a mark.
"You dingbat-turn the light on!"
You whisper in your head,
But I just turned them all out
Because my husband is in bed.
So now I tiptoe quietly
Around the baby's toys
And hope I make it to my bed
Without making too much noise.
I know what you're thinking: "Sharon, you should quit your day job!" Wait, do I have a day job?
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