Help me Rhonda. Or Shelly. Or Dana. Or Ashley. Or Pam. Or Beatrice. Or Ethel. Or Lucresha. Anybody. I am sending an SOS to the world. Can someone please read my message in a bottle?
I am in trouble. Right her in River City. I am talkin waaaayyy in over my head.
It is Eldest Twerp.
I kid you not. I joke you negative. Someone has kidnapped her. Maybe terrorists. Probably aliens. But she is not her. Her is not she. Oh where art my sweet angelic child that obeyed. And used manners. And smiled. And didn't agrue with everything I ever asked. And never. Nev AH rolled her eyes or stood in a propetual state of annoyance.
Have you seen my sweet ET?
Cause she has been replaced with this....this...this... Preteen. And we are not meshin.
I am talking annoying. I mean I love her, but people are not gonna wanna hang out with her. Uhm, by people I mean me. I am sorry. But I am strugglin.
Soooo. If you can pray or say hail mary's or rub Budah's belly please do so.
Bring my baby back. Amen.