“Mommy can we go play baseball outside? I already got my mitten.”
She’s just being Miley.
Hannah Montana has officially left the building.
You may recall that my seven-year-old dragged me all over Disney World to find this dress. Are you surprised to know this is the first time it’s left her closet since? Didn’t think so.
Ok.
So we are sitting in Section 123, Row 6.
This is what the seating chart for tonight’s concert looked like when I bought the tickets during the fan club presale (don’t judge) back in June.
Let’s go, G.N.O!
MyCy at Wachovia with the seven-year-old in T Minus 3 hours.
Prob way more excited for this than I should be.
You have to wake up pretty early to slip one past the T-Mos.
“You know why there’s no school today, Mommy? ‘Cause it’s Electric Day.”
Here’s a tip if you’re thinking about moving to the suburbs:
Find out if your prospective neighbors give out full-size candy bars on Halloween.
No joke.
The little monsters raked it in last night.
Guess who brought their A-Game to the four-year-old’s bday bash?
Hint: It’s not Christian Bale.
Channeling Elphaba at 9 am = not as hard as you’d think.
Now be gone.. before somebody drops a house on you, too.
It’s not easy being green.
Let the games begin, witches!
Happy Halloween!
Sea salt, garlic powder, cayenne. It’s not Halloween ‘til you start channeling Martha Stewart.
