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My Stampy

As if raising the Wild Card and the Mollinator wasn’t exhausting enough, I have been blessed with “raising” Stampy as well. I will say that I’m grateful to have him around. He does a mean load of laundry and gets all the nooks and crannies when he vacuums. However that being said, we also have conversations like these. A lot.

Stampy: Is Charlie’s birthday on the 26th or 27th?
Me: [blank stare]
Stampy: I can’t remember which
Me: [blank stare]
Stampy: Oh right, it’s the 22nd.

Or this:

Stampy: What are you eating?
Me: Peach cake
Stampy: Are those apples?
Me: [blank stare] peaches.

However my favorite is this- I plan dinners a month at a time:

and yet this happens:

At least 3 times a day. At least. And usually all after 3pm. This is also why I’ve started on my first glass of wine by 2pm. (Other reasons why I drink)