Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

To love, hold, throttle.....

I was really frustrated at the spawn we like to call "Baby J". Enough to yell, scream, shake, and cry. The final straw after a long afternoon of mucho attitude? Apparently, Baby J likes to throw toys, books, dishes, etc. out of his second story window into the backyard. I phoned the boyfriend and informed him if I get within arms reach of sweet Baby J, I was going to beat him. My boyfriend came home for a bit.

On a more humourous note, maybe I should take Happygoth's advice on the whole situation.... *giggles*


Oct. 21st, 2006 05:49 pm (UTC)
*pats on head* Better luck next time. Wanna cookie?