Why is it that whenever Mr. Yarnpirate and I try to have a "date night", one of the children invariably starts projectile vomiting, someone else misses the bus and we don't eat dinner until 10pm?
Why is that?
Is this Nature's way of insuring that we have no new children? Some twisted Universal method of birth control? Because I just want to say, Universe, I've got it handled. I'm on it. You can relax. Really, it would be fine. My OBGYN and I have discussed the matter thoroughly. We could skip the yakking portion of date night.
Will Mr. Yarnpirate and I EVER HAVE A DATE AGAIN??
This was probably way TMI but I have no knitting content whatsoever. So, you know, I thought I'd just announce to the world via my blog that there is projectile vomiting (and not a hell of a lot else) going on over here Chez Yarnpirate tonight. Because I'm sure you really needed to know that.
Y'all live for these little glimpses of our cosy family life, I know.
Right then. Carry on.