It's not the first day of the month now, so if you forgot to say "Rabbit rabbit!" it's too late. Too late to say "Rabbit rabbit," that is. Now you hafta say "tibbar tibbar" to ward off bad luck in June. Just sayin'.
I got nothin' to say, and all day to say it, so I'm just gonna post a coupla pictures. Maybe three. Maybe four. Some days I don't count so good.
Uh, I think maybe if you don't know how these things are supposed to be worn, you shouldn't show'em off.
Go wash your eyes out now. It won't help of course. This will be with you awhile.
Those are not tears of sorrow that her favorite skirt is ruined. She's cryin' tears of joy that she wore panties that day.
Their Mama's so proud.
I'm still all broken up over this. Cryin' as I type.