My Knitting and My Life (hopelessly intertwined)
she says she's sorry.
uh oh! what did you do to her lavs?
I yelled at her, she ran behind the chair, we got over it. It's not like this girl doesn't have about 300 chewy toys around either. PLUS her mother brought her a totes disgusting COW HOOF to play with. It makes me barf to even think about it, and it was parked right in front of me last night. I couldn't look away from the hideous-ness.
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