At last Pigpen's voice got tired of the yelling and he commenced his second favorite activity: watching Piglet. Piglet decided today was the day to teach Pigpen about the potty and dragged his potty into the family room to demonstrate. At this point he announced, "Piglet needs newspaper!" Clearly, he must have learned this from watching my caveman husband:

The day progressed and during naptime, two cavepeople (truly, we're talking Deliverance here) rolled up to install my new microwave and oven, replaced by the handy dandy home warranty of the former owners of our house. Y'all... these people. There had to be some inbreeding somewhere. We're talking backwoods Georgia. They did a fine job at appliance installation, but carrying on a conversation was a challenge. I need to work on my grunts and points before they work for us again.
Nothing says love like your own cavehusband arriving home from the hunt. He walks in, he ogles your shirt, and he says, "Whoa! Your left boob is huge!" Pause. Let's think about this. I'm sure that on some caveplanet he meant this as a compliment or a suggestive leer or something positive. But how do you take that? Yes, my left boob is a full size larger than the right (thanks, Pigpen for your picky eating habits). But, come on. You don't compliment one. They're kind of a set. And if one looks good, that means the other does not. Of course, it's hard to see if for the left one, but whatever. Caveman like boob. Just the one. Point and grunt! Errrr!
Ah, a day of cavepeople. I have high hopes that tomorrow might be more civilized. One can dream.
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