FlyDDW- who does not have a blog and it was his first go around on BeingPeachy on Friday.
Here at the Pits Michelle the RECK MONSTER) my Cobrs Sister announced my new super hero name "Boom Slang" if you missed her post then you aren't going to get the joke.
ON Monday Oil Field Trash from Make Daddy a sammich was here and he talked about how freaking edibale all peaches but me are.
Then here on Monday, over on BeingPeachy, the one, the only, the bitch I
But alas I had no clue that Surgery on Friday would bring me back on Tuesday, you know yesterday as in the day before the GIANORMOUS science fair for the Prince is due? Which would be TODAY! For those of you keeping score. 2 oral surgeries and a science far project.
Happy? why yes, because it's over. the Prince put in a lot of work so check him out y'all.
Just youtube search the Alex Eperiments and you will get his chanel. Or you can simply watch his science fair dvd here. The kid really loves to see his numbers go up. If you comment or like the video chances are he will chest bump hard enough to knock me down.
Here's a picture of him taking it to school this morning.
( apparently I am incapable of taking a non blurry pictures when I am shaking in pain)
You can do his anonymous survey here http://www.beingpeachy.com/alex/
or see his obvious need for a teleprompter here, where separate from the project he issues a CLICK IT CHALLENGE to the world because his findings during the project made him sad.
either way the kids love views, likes and comments. So do my little princely homepickle a solid and give him some love, like, views, or comments on youtube.
In the mean time I will try to continue with the healing and hope you stick around and keep my out of the hospital.
Also not one person has offered to take or pick up my kid from school, make my husband and kid dinner or drive me to my surgeries. I hate that society as a hole has changed so much. Because I remember welcoming new people into the neighborhood with baked goodies, making surplus meals when the head female in charge was sick, or taking care of the kids for a sick friend. I am all kind of sad trombone that my rotting corpse would only be located when people noticed that my husband and kid were wearing dirt loin cloths.