The Poo Award
June 25, 2008 by marshall · 3 Comments
And the Poo Award goes to…………………dididididididididididdidididid Heidi Marshall of Laguna Niguel, CA.
“Thank you Thank you, Gosh I don’t even know where to start. First I want to thank the kid who passed this rare bug to Abby. Of course Abby for holding on to that bug like a champ and showing her diapers, her crib, the carpets, and the bathroom floor who’s boss.
I can’t forget cute little Adri for sharing that good old newborn runny poo and what muscles she has for pushing that stuff clear up to her neck. So after six blowouts and four loads of laundry I proudly accept this award. Thank you again.”
Sorry if that was too graphic for some but after those two messy days I thought I deserved some kind of award and I knew no one else was going to give me one so I gave one to my self. Yeah for me!


Congrats Heidi! Oh, I am so excited for you. JJ and I both had that lovely little bug a few months ago, but don’t worry it was not around the time we last saw you guys, so you don’t need to thank us for your award.
This is for your bright side…
What’s the difference between a grape and an elephant?
They’re both purple…
except the elephant
Well,
Finally a way to leave nasty comments that will upset and damage tiny impressionable minds, whaa haaaha ahaahhaaaa (insert evil sinister laugh here). What is the deal, you don’t link to my blog, you don’t call, you don’t write, what you dinae like ya scottish uncle? or are ya a wee bit snooty now that ye are livin in the land of the woosie, and the gay cabellaro! Repent, ye sinners, and turn to the roots of your uh…., well….. Uh…. just turn thats all! Dinae make me pull out my pipes and blaw ye a war type ditty, cause I’ll de it matie!
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