Pass the Puns, Please

My world is once again right side up. My darling Boo is to be released from the hospital this morning. And not a moment too soon, might I add. Because if he isn't released today, I'm going to have to kick his ass. I mean, there is only so much tolerance a wife has for a miserable, whiney man. A man who insists on batting his baby blues outrageously flirting with the female nursing staff and then defends his actions by saying he gets the best jello this way.

I'll give him good jello.

Scratch that, dear internet. I'll just kick him in the ass. I like that plan better.

But since I'm at home, polishing my ass-kicking boots, I thought I'd throw out some cheese. And then I thought of my daughter, Fric, and her attempt at cheering up her daddy.

She, like me, believes a little cheese can go a long way. So, courtesy of my ten year old, enjoy!

Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off?

He's all right now.

I tell you dear internet, I just about burst with pride. It's good to know I've raised her right.