So H finally went down for his nap and it was time for fun. Everything was going well until the phone started ringing. No big, keep going. Then it rings again and immediately again, so naturally I assume there must be some sort of emergency.
No. No there wasn't. They just were wondering where I was. On a weekend. Like going out for the morning is so fucking unusual that it called for a full on search party. DH is pissed.
You guys have never heard of taco blocko?!? Crazy!
CH! I really had to think about this one. Can we chalk this one up to #Canadianslangisthebest ? I think I would have been more disappointed for you if you were going out to eat actual tacos.