Elephantitis of the Ankles

“My feet look like elephant feet.”

As I struggled to get out of the car I dropped something.  For the 800th time today.  “I’m a mess,” I mumble to no one in particular.

From the back seat Em chimes in “And you can’t stop saying shit.”

Without missing a beat MQD says “You’re already Mother of the Year, only eight days in.”

3 responses to “Elephantitis of the Ankles

  1. Awesome!! Just Awesome!!

  2. Enjoy the ride; you inspire me baby! I love your writing and please don’t stop. Really, do a book…

  3. Hahahahaha! Oh, Em….chip off your old block.

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