First Rate

All my babies are peacefully napping.  I wrap up on the phone with the lady from customer services who is helping me set up our phone and internet in Lincoln.  Do I dare believe I have time to take a nice. long. hot. shower? 

I decide to live on the wild side, and risk it.  I am trying to decide who I should go get first if when I step out of the shower they are both screaming.  Undecided, I reach to pick up my shower sponge.  (What is that thing really called?)  When it's all soapy and lathery I commence washing.  Enjoying the minty smell I start to wash my legs, and as I get down to my ankle I realize why it had been itching all morning.  In bright blue and orange, a little sticker proudly proclaims me as being 'First Rate'.

Thanks, Hallie.  I think you are first rate too.

Just one of the simple reasons being a mother is worth it.  And why I will from now on check my body for stickers before going to bed at night.

Comments

  1. You really are first rate. I'm curious if the ladies were screaming when you got out? Aren't showers great though?

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  2. you are definitely first rate. and i love that your body proudly displayed it for a short time while you weren't looking. haha.

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  3. Where do you go about getting first rate stickers? I feel like I need to have them on hand just in case any of you ladies show up on my door step...

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  4. Too cute. :) I'm glad you got to take a shower!!! Oh the life of a mother . . .

    THERE IS A SUPER HOTT VAN SITTING IN MY DRIVEWAY!!!!

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