the adventures of ROO and LU: Better Than a Crack House

welcome to the tales of our crazy life

I'm Heather. I'm over-caffeinated, under appreciated and constantly amused by these two crazy peeps we call our daughters.

I started this blog in April 2006 because I don't want to forget a single second of this awesome life. Why a blog? Because I'm a slacker. That's why.

Baby books? I'd actually have to find a pen. Have you SEEN my house? (Shhhhhhht...NOT a question). Scrapbooking? Puh-lease. When you can add six more hours in the day MAYBE we'll talk about it. I do like to sleep. Occasionally.

Better Than a Crack House

Driving down the street, I looked into the rear view mirror just in time to see Lula's eyes nearly explode out of her head. She turned to her sister and screamed, "LOOK, SIS! A BLOW HOUSE!" which was immediately followed by, "Awww, you missed it."

I turned to Roo and we both had the same look on our faces. We were both like...Uh, what the fuck is a blow house? I thought to myself, we're not in East St. Louis...surely she's not talking about a crack house. And then I prayed to God that my six year old didn't actually know what a crack house was.

In the meantime, Roo looked at her sister with a blank face and said, "Uh, Lu...what the heck is a blow house?"

Lu said, "You know, sissy...A. BLOW. HOUSE. You get in and jump around."

Oh, yeah. A. BLOW. HOUSE. Duh.