She got on the phone to find out what was going on with the part. The guy told her it would be delivered at 3:30. She told me she would call me then. We arrived home with a note own our laundry room door. "Part is on back order. Here's the key to #2" Really? *bangs head on wall* I have so much laundry, it's turned into a fucking rainbow.
Speaking of bad words, here's a conversation between A and I tonight. (over the phone)
A: You know what?
Me: What's that?
A: Shut up is a bad word.
Me: Yeah, it is.
A: But, it's not THAT bad. You know?
Me: *laughing* Yeah, I guess.
A: I know other badder words.
Me: I'm sure you do kiddo, I'm sure you do.
I left it at that. Last thing I need is her rattling off