I put this photo on Twitter last weekend but here it is again. What? I’m recycling.
The germaphobe in me got out the antibacterial wipes so I could scrub that sucker down before the little hummingbird hopped in.
When I say I scrubbed it down, I mean my hubby did.
What? He’s the one who had the wipes in his pocket and I was too busy chasing the hummingbird.
You could say I was a backseat driver
bwaahaha when it came to making sure my hubby wiped down every nook and cranny.
The hummingbird loves cars, especially because of The Wiggles ‘Big Red Car’, and couldn’t wait to get in.
She lasted about 30 seconds and then she wanted outta there.
I dread the day when she’s old enough to start driving. It’s not so much the driving part, it’s that she’ll be 16
but I know my mom will be laughing her ass off because karma’s a bitch.
When I think of the things I did when I was 16, I want to ground myself until I’m 40.
I was living in Los Angeles, had very little supervision from my sperm donor, and loved going to clubs on Sunset Strip in West Hollywood.
Come to think of it, I should ground myself until I’m 60.
The little hummingbird loves to walk around in her rainboots while wearing her footie pajamas in the morning.
For several months I’ve been trying to get a picture but like the elusive Bigfoot, I could never get one of the hummingbird before she ran off. Until this morning.
My daughter wasn’t very happy because she wanted to go downstairs to watch Caillou and mean mommy made her take a picture first.