the glamorous life

As the apartment has no ventilation, tonight, I smell hot fish and the poop of someone else’s son (Daycare sent home the wrong bag, and Husband didn’t think we could just leave the dirtied underwear there as is. Really? Can’t we?) Can’t help but sing. Husband says “You’re crackin yourself up.” Yes, I’m cracking up!

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