On Chillin'
Just hangin' with the girls right now. Che dropped off her daughter, and I have bought the silence and passivity of her and The Kid with a jumbo sized bag of chips.
The Kid: Hey, Mommy.
Me: Yeah?
The Kid: Boys are dogs, but boys can be girls.
Me: So true, Kid, so very true.
The Kid: And Mommy?
Me: Yeah?
The Kid: You're sexy.
My job here is done. I have taught her all I know.
Oh yeah.
On Another Note
My balcony seems to be on fire. Maybe I should have emptied the ashtray at some point in my life.
I should probably do something about that. But I'm a little hungover right now, so let's just see where this goes instead.
Okay? Okay.
The Kid: Hey, Mommy.
Me: Yeah?
The Kid: Boys are dogs, but boys can be girls.
Me: So true, Kid, so very true.
The Kid: And Mommy?
Me: Yeah?
The Kid: You're sexy.
My job here is done. I have taught her all I know.
Oh yeah.
On Another Note
My balcony seems to be on fire. Maybe I should have emptied the ashtray at some point in my life.
I should probably do something about that. But I'm a little hungover right now, so let's just see where this goes instead.
Okay? Okay.
posted by Impulsivecompulsive | 1:20 PM
2 Comments:
have to love that girl of yours...already knows about the boys ha ha
She's a smart cookie. And there's nothing better than a bitter and disolutioned four year old. Right? Right.
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