Artificially Sweetened

When:

Seeing a taxi pull up in the driveway next to yours (P’ito: Taxi! Taxi! Taxi!) is an event of almost orgasmic joy (almost, my friends, almost).

Your child picks his friend’s nose and vice versa, and the only comment you have is “You know I’m blogging this.”

And just because - cute pictures.

The movers. Are. Coming. At Eight. A. M.

CRAP.