Who’s Bed Is it?

Me: Beau. You're hogging the bed. Beau: Actually, Louise. I'm dawging it. Me: Very funny Beau. Whatever you want to call it, you're not leaving any room for Martha. Beau: Who's Martha? Me: Haha. So we've got attitude this morning do we? Beau: I don't know, Louise. I'm fine. Do you? Me: No, Beau. I... Continue Reading →

The Somedays Promise

Beaumont: Good morning Louise. Time to rise and shine and get typing. Me: I just want to lie in bed another fifteen minutes Beau. I'm tired. Beau: And who's to blame for that? Me: Why would you want to lay blame for me trying to relax this morning, Beau? Beau: Well, it's Sunday morning and... Continue Reading →

Why so Serious?

Beaumont: Louise, I'm worried about you. Me: Why's that Beau? Beau: Well that's pretty obvious isn't it? Me: Not to me Beau. I'm not a mind reader. Beau: Seriously? You're going to use that lame argument? Me: Why is it lame? I'm just stating a fact. Beau: So if that's a fact, how is it... Continue Reading →


Beaumont: Remind me again Louise why you're mad at me? Me: I'm not mad at you Beau. I'm just annoyed you got a ticket. Beau: Actually, Louise. You got the ticket. Me: Excuse me. I wasn't even home. Beau: Whose name is on the ticket? Me: That's beside the point. I repeat. I wasn't here.... Continue Reading →

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