YEEEEELLLLL-O?!

Every time we open the fridge...the girls start manically screaming "YELLLL-O! YELLLL-O!" which is their cuteass way of saying Jell-O. Ever since they had the tube/adenoid surgery and got Jell-O, it's their "thing". I keep Jell-O (sugar-free) around for me for my South Beach torture, so the little mooches are eating all my damn Jell-O.

This morning, the girls had scrambled eggs, toast, and Jell-O for breakfast. Rotten, I tell you.

We're getting ready to do the picture thing. Wish me luck. I'll need it.