This shirt from my mother (the worst mother in the world)
My not so darling husband came back because he "missed" me (couldn't get a single date and wanted to see his latest offspring). Offspring #5 told him I had been crying a lot (presumably over him) and she told me we were going to watch the best of the Teletubbies all day together in my room for our 5th day of Christmas togther. In walks my husband. Offspring #5 smiled and ran away.
I'm currently undecided on which is worse - watching 10 straight hours of Teletubbies or the fact that my stretch mark counting serial impregnator is back.
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