Project Outburst
Just this morning I had a dream that I was walking down the runway on "America's Next Top Model" and Heidi Klum was whispering something nasty about me to Tyra Banks and I shouted, from the runway and out loud into the bedroom, "SAY IT TO MY FACE, BITCH." Jon woke abruptly and said, "Heather, are you okay?" And at that moment I realized it was just a dream (phew!) and that it was Christmas Eve, so I said, "SAY IT TO MY FACE, Lovely Sister Peace on Earth."
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Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- Bedtime, Leta lingering defiantly in the hallway. Jon: "If you want fart stories, you better get in bed RIGHT NOW."
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
