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don't even say the word "cantaloupe" unless you want me to start bawling right now

Every once in awhile my stone cold heart betrays me.  Usually I can keep a pretty steady demeanor of unaffected "whatever"ness when it comes to things like crying and.....ok, pretty much just crying. 

Because crying is evil and I hate doing it.

Then I'll suddenly have a day when my extra womanly hormones kick in, or my "not enough sleep" meter fills up, or the evil fairies of crying torture find me and then EVERYTHING makes me tear up.  And it's super obnoxious.

This morning I was trying to answer emails, and Monkey wanted to play this game he created where every time I say "slugger monkey" he jumps on his hands and knees around the room.  Except he could only jump once for each time I said it.  And saying "slugger monkey" every half second while trying to type emails got old pretty fast so I put on my super excited face and said, "Let's listen to music and you can dance!"  So then I turned on pandora and the third song was Child of Mine by Guns n Roses, which reminded me of this video.  So then we had to watch the video a couple times, and I almost started bawling because Monkey is so freakin' adorable.

And then a puppy was born somewhere in the world and it made me want to cry some more.

And then I had to put a new roll of toilet paper on the toilet paper hangy thingy and I had to use some to wipe my nose from the quiet crying it caused.

And then I heard a unicorn fart and I could hardly contain my sobbing.

It's so obnoxious.

Comments

LisAway said…
Oh my gosh, he is/was WAY too cute. Seriously talented, too.

And changing the toilet paper roll gets me every time, too.
Barbaloot said…
Personally it's the paper towel rolls that really get to me.
Elizabeth said…
Oh my gosh, I LOVED THIS. So stinking funny. I bet this is making you cry.
elesa said…
Oh yeah, Unicorns farting always chokes me up too. and that video was awesome. His fake playing is WAY better than mine has ever been.
Wow. We cry at the same things.
Jessica Newby said…
Ah, I miss the kid. He's so darn cute. He's going to be so big the next time I see him and that'll make me cry too.!

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