Not Saying Happy St. Patricks Day

Nope. Not doing it. Cause its not.

3 women in this house might be too many today. MM just came to the living room to get a towel, gave me the death look and stomped off to the bathroom to take a shower and to get ready for school. Now she is singing to her Ipod, angry songs.

I'm sure I didn't do anything.

Taylor comes to the living room to get her towel, blows her breath out and says...What'd you get me up for? I said...School. She says..."ugh, ermmm, ugh, ermmm, I don't wanna go to school" and stomps off and slams the bathroom door.

I'm sure I didn't do anything to that one either.

Poor Poor Tim.

The other day he made the mistake of asking MM what was wrong with her...

She put one hand on her hip, waved one hand in the air, rolled her head and said..."My boobs hurt, my back hurts, I'm bloated, and I will probably start AT SCHOOL 2MORROW." Then she stomps, turns on her heel and swing her bootay out of our room and screams back..."I would slam my door, but it's freakin broke and I can't, so pretend!"

mmhmmm she did.

Taylor comes into our room the day before MM did...and says "Hey, I need stuff." okay...what stuff? STUFF. What Stuff? (with Taylor it could be anything, I'm seriously thinking of hiring a translator). She screams and stomps...GIRL MONTHLY STUFF.

Last night Tim calls and says, "We are pulling a trailer with the backhole on it, can't turn around in the yard, do you think you could drive to the bottomm of the driveway and pick me up? I'm tired."

I said "yes sugar lump, sweetiepie honey bunch, I will, cause I'm an awesome wife and love you so very much, I wouldn't want you to walk up the driveway when you have worked all day very hard."

Okay...so I really just said "Yep, I'll pick u up."

Next thing I know...He's standing in the bedroom, bumping the bed, saying wake up...Gee thanks for the ride.

Ooops.

He was all out of breath too. I'm thinking he walked up the driveway cause his wonderful wife fell asleep and forgot him.