Tuesday, August 17, 2010

My Dearest Little Dumpling,



If you really must throw yourself on the floor, please refrain from doing so on the tile. While I fully understand that living with imbeciles cannot be easy for you, and I am indeed the meanest person on the face of the earth, I have not done my hair yet today and would prefer not to go to the emergency room looking the way I currently do. The doctors might mistake me for a ghetto baby maker and I'm not really down with that.

I also happen to be in dire need of a manicure, so it'd be nice if you could not crack your head open tomorrow either.

Love,

Mommy


P.S. If you know what's good for you you'll stay outta my Dr. Pepper.


4 comments:

Shon said...

Too precious! Your little dumpling couldnt possibly be related to either of us now could she? lol

Anonymous said...

Could it possibly be that this precious darling descends from the White women? It is not her problem that your hair and nails are not ready at all times to coincide with her tantrum needs. Wake up and smell the coffee!

Nana said...

I agree completely with Anonymous! Take a chill pill and deal! You're payin' for your raisin', as they say in the South!

TZ Crew said...

Oh how I miss you!! You put a smile on my face even though you are far away :)