I’m Not Betty

That awkward moment when you come home from therapy and ask your husband what he and the kids had for dinner and he says, ‘leftover barbecue chicken.’

Then you look at him because it’s a meal you made earlier in the week and ate it with the whole family and you just stare down your husband and gently correct him… ‘it was pork.’

Then he has an aha moment and says ‘that’s why it tasted weird!’

Until next time,

Wtf.

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BlackWhiteAndCrazy

I am a mother of three small children with a wonderful husband. Having children is not as simple as black and white. Having kids is black, white and crazy. I hope you enjoy my blog of my crazy escapades.

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