My chillins have decided to turn on the camera. Due to the fact they have never actually seen their mother's entire face, but only fragments covered by a black box named Nikon; it is starting to affect them. I think. Maybe. They need attention. They need human contact. They need therapy.
I swear by all that is good and just and pure and holy that my twerps do not know how to act. As soon as the camera is whooped out, they turn into my husband's spawn.
And I am all like, "Act like you got some sense."
And for a moment they calm down. And ask "WHY?"
And since I cannot respond to this with any reasonably good answer, I say "Go forth and carry on amongst yourselves."
I am a lover, not a fighter. I accept all.
I swear by all that is good and just and pure and holy that my twerps do not know how to act. As soon as the camera is whooped out, they turn into my husband's spawn.
And I am all like, "Act like you got some sense."
And for a moment they calm down. And ask "WHY?"
And since I cannot respond to this with any reasonably good answer, I say "Go forth and carry on amongst yourselves."
I am a lover, not a fighter. I accept all. 
5 comments:
Cute!!
BTW, I had to make my blog private. Shoot me your e-mail addy and I will add you to the invite list.
jcaf40@yahoo.com
:)
To be a kid again... By the way you have gorgeous hair:)
those little cups and the brightly colored treats make it look like the twerps are eating play dough.
when are you sending me, ET.. does she come with the Monkey Toy? (i'm coveting that!)
"Act like you got some sense!"
..............where have I heard that before?
OH...that's right... MEEMAW! that must be where you heard it then!
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