I seriously could not stop laughing when I read this:
The point of this ridiculous story is, if you're ever in the room with Jack and you hear me burp, Jack will inevitably go, "pfffffft," and then it's your turn to say, "meow."
Fussy (click to read the whole ridiculous story) has a great blog, but it's not as good as one she recommends: Patrick Hughes. He just wrote a book that looks great, but as Fussy points out, you can read most of it on his website for free. I feel like a schmuck for saying that though, I mean, the book is only $10. His writing is akin to Jesse's or maybe it's just that his ass and poop fixation is the same. Anyhow, you'll have to check it out for yourself.
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If my dreams are in any way prophetic or reveal the future, here's what will happen for you in the next 5 years:
You will have a set of twin boys. When they are 5, Jesse & I will be over one night helping you put them to bed. One of them (Derek) will suddenly say, "I feel like a girl," and will start putting on your makeup. You will then have ME (I don't know why you didn't do it yourself--you're his mother, after all!) explain to him why little boys can feel like girls, and if he still feels this way when he's older, he can get a sex change. After my transgender speech, Derek requests to be called Angie instead.
What the hell did I eat/watch before I went to bed anyway??
Enjoy camping!
Actually, Noah and I are twins.
Sarah, oh Sarah, he wouldn't believe it from his mother. After all, I would love him if he was a freak, but the rest of the world, not so much.
Don't worry though, I know it won't come true for one very good reason: I dated a Derek for almost 3 years so I can never name a son of mine that name. So rest easy, I'll just have you explain "The Facts of Life" to Noah instead. And no, I don't mean the show.
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