It's that time of week again. Friday's are so much fun thanks to Kat. Check her out, she is so funny!
Dear Little A,
I love you kid. You are awesome, really you are. But that box next to mommy's computer is there to keep you from pushing the pretty blue button. It isn't for you to climb up on so you can then climb into my lap while I am working. Just saying.
Your lap cushion,
Mama
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Dear Hubs,
I am only one person. I can't do everything. Don't get mad because YOUR car is a mess. Pick it up! I don't have time. I have to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner, clean he house, take care of Little A and run all the errands. Get over it, thanks.
Your Superhero,
Superwife
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Dear Neighbors,
I understand you like to have parties. That's great, whatever, I really don't care. Until I need to go somewhere and all of your drunk guests cars are blocking my drive way. I'm not the only one who has a problem with this. The entire street does. Please teach your guests how drive ways work.
Yours Truly,
Pissed off neighbor
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Dear Betty Crocker,
I love you, more than you will ever know. But your Milk Chocolate Frosting is killing me slowly. You see, I am trying to get in shape and lose weight and stuff. But you my good friend are making it hard. The spoonfuls of frosting can't be healthy for me. So grow some legs and make your way to the outside garbage can please!
Fattening me up,
Moo Cow
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Dear Mr. Big Truck Driver,
Yeah, you in the Ford. Learn to park your vehicle if you are going to drive it. I don't appreciate coming outside to see I have 4 inches to open the door and get Little A in her car seat. I believe you should have to go taking a parking lot test if you are going to drive anything that big. Or park your shit in the back.
Little bit pissy~
SUV driver
6 comments:
Oh my goodness I can't count the number of times my oldest girl pushed the pretty blue button on the CPU tower. Usually during the middle of IM conversations.
stopping by from Kats! You are a lap cushion too?
I'm a lap cushion too - and a puke blanket - and a diaper diva - yeap - oh, and my hubs thinks i am a superwife too - we superwives should have a club or something!
One of my kids started turning the power strip off. Both my husband and I came home to dead lap tops three days in a row. Neither child would fess up and we never saw it happening. Problem solved with some cardboard and duct tape.
Do you live on my street? I have the same neighbor.
Mmm. Bad parkers. My favorite. Especially over here when you only have 2 feet to work with anyway. Grrrr.
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