Sooo, Im having a perfectly shitty day. The house is in chaos, the boys are off and on fighting, the phone refuses to stop ring....(hold please) -ing, and not a single thing on my to-do list has been completed. That being said, Im feeling just about ready to plead with Grand Marnier to take me away!!!. And just when all hells about to break loose, and Im now squinting at my grandsons bedroom that very much resembles the streets of Ferguson,, In cames my son,,, my pride and joy, my only heir, the love of my life, and the one kid that can get under my skin like no other. He looks at his mother, who is still dressed in disheveled pajamas, hair half-ass thrown together, two different slippers, with a look that made Satan ring the bell, then run like hell. He carefully tip toes around what burrs might be under the saddle. After careful deliberation, consideration, and weighing in on all evidence, (which by this time, has ONLY served to re-inflame me more.) The boy announces, mama, I know what would make you feel better...I had to sit down and laugh to nearly tears. (Ill have you know I do resent disarmament via sneak attack) Here was my kids answer to the entire situation. Which was also his exit strategy. .smdh..For the record it worked, despite myself. (Lordt! Whatcha trynah do to me today?!) https://youtube/watch?v=aVQhKRTVBk8
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 19:29:20 +0000
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