Scapegoat
So slowly but surely, our new house is becoming a house instead of looking like a giant storage unit. If you need filled in see Emily's Blog. We are all adjusting to living together and LOVING it. We keep referring to each other as sister wives. Emily is the cooking wife, I am the smooching wife...Julia is the whiny wife? We haven't quite figured out her title yet. (If you aren't watching Sisterwives on TLC you should be. Crazy!!!) But anyway, we are getting ready to leave for Disneyland in T minus 24 hours and we are all ecstatic.
The true saint in this whole situation is Devin. He is living with 4 girls. YES FOUR. Poor kid. And Jones girls at that. We are all kind of whiny and overly dramatic.
He has also become the scapegoat for everything.
Who ate all the oreos? Devin.
Who let the cats in? Devin.
Who didn't take out the garbage? Devin.
He= a saint.
P.S. Yes I know I haven't blogged in 2.3 billion years.
P.P.S. Half of the reason I posted was just because when we were talking about Devin being a scapegoat I pictured the above picture in my mind and thought it needed to be shared with the blogging world. You're welcome.
The true saint in this whole situation is Devin. He is living with 4 girls. YES FOUR. Poor kid. And Jones girls at that. We are all kind of whiny and overly dramatic.
He has also become the scapegoat for everything.
Who ate all the oreos? Devin.Who let the cats in? Devin.
Who didn't take out the garbage? Devin.
He= a saint.
P.S. Yes I know I haven't blogged in 2.3 billion years.
P.P.S. Half of the reason I posted was just because when we were talking about Devin being a scapegoat I pictured the above picture in my mind and thought it needed to be shared with the blogging world. You're welcome.
