Twindaddy graciously invited me to write a guest post on his formidable corner of the Intertron, and I, of course, was all over that.
Then – surprise, surprise – Wee Cee commandeered the keyboard while I was busy watching Arthur (because, let’s be honest, I am more of a fan than she is. She has yet to appreciate the tragic humor of beauty school dropout Binky Barnes.) What resulted was a meeting of the minds between her and Baby C, TD’s toddler.
I guess that makes the title of this post a lie, as I didn’t write some stuph. She did.
Don’t make the babies cry.