HOW MANY TIMES HAVE WE BEEN TO TARGET?!?
I've been going status crazy all day today. I'm sorry Lukas Breen, Earl, Italian, Ke$ha's talents, Jeffrey Dahmer, The little baby (Paper) gangsters, the mustache leaf, the green infected parrot feather we found outside of michaels, the lotion nikey flipped everywhere all over target, the liquid electric blue eyeliner carolyn put on her lips, the axe man perfume I have been spraying all over myself all day... and Dancing to Ke$ha's Cannibal for traffic, while Michael Jacksoning my arms and flapping my tongue at the cars. In target in the music isle pretending to be pregnant and screaming "WHERE'S THE FATHER?!?!" and franticly searching for a CD case. Finally found, it was Michael Jackson's album "Bad". I rubbed it to my tummy and said "There, there children. Daddy's here. Go back to sleep." In Panda Express at the tables with our Dr. Pepper, carolyn had teh hiccups and Said "GIVE IT TO ME! I WANT IT! I'M SICK!" and we laughed at howw wrong it sounded, then later in the car, we told my grandma that joke and she said "Get your mind out of the gutter... So mine can float by!!! AHAHAHA!" SHe made my day. Tons of things made my day. Like figuring out what "STOP, HAMMERTIME!" means and explaining that my babies will be creepy and endearing like the Figaroes pizza creep, who looks like this smiley face >>>{; and eating a friggen turkey's heart. Today would have been that much greater if Rebecca Westerhuis could have joined instead of living in Reno. D':
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