So Phunny!

As we're nearing three years with our Pickle, I spend a lot of time reminiscing about what a couple of morons Bub and I were when we brought the nugget home. Um, actually...we're still morons. If you've read Part One of our adoption story, then you know that we are a couple of beauts that thought we had the world figured out. Um yeah...it should be no surprise that the Pickle has taken on hilarious quirks. For instance, I randomly belt out one line of a song (usually because that's all I know and because my family insists that I do not have a singing voice). A couple weeks ago I belted out, "I'm on a boat...I got my flippy-floppies". I didn't think anything of it, until I heard Pickle repeating it. I almost peed my pants with laughter as I heard her singing "I got my flippy-floppies!" I cannot wait until I teach her some Cher songs...everyone will appreciate that.

She loves to tell us that we're "phunny", which I think is funny. Unless she's having a "moment" - my least favorite moments are when I kiss/eat those cheeks and she yells at me: "NO KISSES!". I tell her that I'm going to kiss her until the end of time, but that only makes me feel better.

As I'm writing this, Deuce is dry-humping a giant stuffed animal, Pickle is eating cheerios off the floor, and el husbando is enjoying an evening of skeet shooting/dinner with the guys. I need a vacation...