Love my husband.
LOVE HIM.
I married him AND I was sober.
Seriously I do but sometimes he drives me nuts.
Ella is now going to preschool in another county where we really don’t know anyone. Which is really no big deal except for the fact that the teachers don’t know that I am married to a ding dong and that Ella nor I can really help it.
Ella has been bringing Dr. Seuss books home with an accompanying stuffed animal so we can sit down nightly and read a story.
A certain stuffed animal has come up missing at the school and no one can remember who was the last to receive it in their backpack. The teacher emailed all parents with a brief note that said something to the effect of….
“We are missing a stuffed mongoose from the classroom.
Please check around your house to see if you have it and return to school please.
Thanks!”
Simple enough.
Little did I know when I filled out all those forms the first day of school they would actually email him instead of me….but they did.
And this was his reply…
“Ella brought home a live opossum. We haven’t returned him yet as he is not house broken.
Thanks.
Rico.”
Swears.
We haven’t had a reply from the school.
Guess who has to pick her up every day?
I am so embarrassed.








