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AuntMarvel And now the husband and I start the most romantic portion of our day: full-body tick search and removal.
AuntMarvel Just got dutch ovened by a toddler.
AuntMarvel The husband is trying to trap a rogue skunk tonight. My money is on the skunk.
AuntMarvel I introduced the baby to her first corndog. She hated it, breaking my honey-battered, deep-fried heart.
AuntMarvel Dear everyone who has lost (or is currently losing) to me on Words with Friends: @seanhussey has just humbled me.
AuntMarvel I have spent entirely too much time today trying to figure out how in the heck Brobee's arms work.
AuntMarvel Let's play Words With Friends on the iPhone! My username is 'AuntMarvel'. http://bit.ly/2qbpQ
AuntMarvel Just had a great phone conference with @mnik about a new project I'm really excited about!
AuntMarvel Sick babies are tyrants. SNUGGLY TYRANTS.
AuntMarvel I have triumphed over pneumonia using only yoga pants, cable tv and antibiotics.
AuntMarvel Watching a show called "Criminal Minds" that makes CSI:Miami look positively award-winning.
AuntMarvel I have been locked in a deadly battle with the blobby green Mucinex dude for 5 days. He is winning. 'Twas nice knowing you guys.
AuntMarvel Just rubbed my chesticles down with vaporub, hacked up a lungful of snot and fixed myself a Nyquil and 7up on the rocks. FELLAS.
AuntMarvel So sick. Want to die. Even my hairs hurt. And my eyeballs. My auditory whiner is broken. All I have left is Twitter. You guys are so lucky!
AuntMarvel I don't know if it's the chest cold, the migraine or the 8 hours of CSI:Miami on my DVR, but I'm wishing—*removes sunglasses*—for death.
AuntMarvel I feel like I've been hit by a truck. And then the truck backed over me again. And then the driver got out and filled my lungs with cement.
AuntMarvel Typos are ANNYONING.
AuntMarvel Bought a Ped Egg. Now my feet are baby-soft AND I'll never have to buy parmesan cheese every again.
AuntMarvel *furiously knitting a beanie*
AuntMarvel Just let the 15 yo chop 10 inches off of my hair.
AuntMarvel For the last 20 minutes, the baby has been pitching a fit over a broken cracker and OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS THUNDERDOME, ISN'T IT?!
AuntMarvel Just as I was about to gloat about how much better Monday is when you're unemployed, I wind up downtown with a dead battery. In my jammies.