I assume my children appreciate the animal videos I email them as much as I do.
What’s wrong with you guys: the hugging lion, the dog that says RI RUV ROO, the hippo that lives in the house. How can you not think these are fantastic? I called Mo to ask if she watched Patches the horse yet, and she said “Um… no”. Like I’m the one who’s nuts.
I freak out when someone leaves the lights on.
Come on! It’s not even because of the bill or the environment, why are there lights on the ceiling, it’s agitating, this is what they do in torture chambers, if I knew how to take that goddam cover off, I'd smash those bulbs with a broom(these are all things I walk through the hall in my house saying to myself in an enraged monologue).
I’m not ashamed or embarrassed to assume all bad drivers are Asian.
(me, after a car cuts in front of me) Oh my god, of course she’s Asian.
(Mo, Dar and Harry) Mom!
I think I look (kind of) cute and sassy in shorts.
Yesterday, I was about to get out of the car to hand Darla a book she had forgotten and she said, Mom don’t get out of the car!
I can’t stay awake past 10.
I can’t find my glasses when they’re on my head.
I can’t remember your name.
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