Elle and I were having a phone conversation and she asked, "How much of what we talk about do you think to yourself... whoa.... I should blog that."
And I confess.... if I could live blog one of our phone conversations I would.
We are frickin' hilarious.
But usually by the time I get off the phone I can't remember what we talked about. At all.
This conversation included me telling a story about some teenaged chipmunks playing chicken.... which... if I can remember it.... I will tell you later. Truly a redneck story.
And the universal mommy lament about time, effort, reward and busy-ness.
And money. We often talk about money. Which is a little odd because we are in very different places money-wise but we still have the same problems.
And meal planning. And vet bills. And family. And being married to men who don't like chicken.
And see... I can't even remember what we were talking about that had me laughing so hard the ear tooth fell in the grass.