Confessions of Rappin’ Rachel

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The first week Tessa was home, one morning as I was making oatmeal, I caught myself with one eye closed and barely avoided using chili powder in place of the cinnamon.  I can only imagine the look Taylor would have given me for that one.

Easter weekend, I was supposed to take bread to my sister-in-law’s house. Guess what? It’s still in the frig.

That same weekend I forgot Taylor’s bag and had to stop and buy diapers.  Yep, spent $10 on what I could have pulled from the month’s supply in the closet.

Last week, Matt opened the microwave to warm his coffee and there were carrots which were supposed to be a  part of dinner the night before.

This morning, I just found black pepper in the refrigerator.

I’m not forgetful. Truly, People, I’m not.  But…

All I can say is:

I’m in Da Muthahood.

Thanks, Anita Renfroe, I’m feeling like a cool rapper instead of a forgetful loser! 🙂
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