Dear Kristen,I don’t want to change my shirt this morning so I was wondering. Do you ever (ahem), well, do you ever wear your Mommy Needs a Cocktail shirt when you drop The Boy off at preschool?Signed,
Afraid to Offend
Dear Afraid to Offend,
EVERY SINGLE DAY OF PRESCHOOL. Usually it’s less obvious since we have drop off/pick up but today we were so late I had to walk him into the building at the Baptist church that houses the Catholic preschool, wearing this in long sleeve form. I’m gonna say that’s an intentional foul, a double word score in the Game of Offensiveness. But like I always say, you can never have too many old ladies praying for you.
I have noticed from the comments that your readership has increased significantly. I guess that is to be expected now that you have brought the girls out.
I Was Just Noticing
Dear I Was Just Noticing,
What are you referring to in referencing my “girls?” Would that be my chest, breasts, melons, mamas, pillows, knockers, ta-tas, hooters, ect.? I’ll admit the cleavage in the trunk picture was a little out there, but I like to think everyone loves me for my wit. And thanks for doubling my numbers today because when I hit publish, the search engines are going to have a field day with this post.
Why are you always complaining about your life? It just seems that you hate your husband, your in-laws, your kids.
Get Over Yourself
Dear Get Over Yourself,
I notice an interesting genetic link to the groups you mentioned. Since I have only written about my in-laws like twice in the life of my blogs, I would have to say that you should just come in from the computer room and tell me that you want me to clean the DAMN kitchen rather than trying to send me anonymous emails. Now go put The Boy to bed.