So yesterday morning, I woke up (or should I say I was woken up) ... and there was no straight up pop in the house. Plenty of that diet crap, but none of the good stuff. Big Daddy, thinking he was funny, wouldn't agree to grab me one from Casey's before he left for work.
Now many of you have been reading me long enough to know that when Big Daddy refuses to do something for me that I want him to ... he must pay. The man must be punished. That's just the way it is. A simple fact of life.
It was decided upon that this would be the perfect thing:
Once Big Daddy caught a glimpse of his sweet girls with these tattoos ... he'd never deny me a pop again? Right?
Wrong.
He barely noticed they were there.
And then, just to get these photos, I had to endure pouty kids wanting a picture done BY THEMSELVES. As in 'individual'. Because, ya know, having them pose together in just one photo is torture and down right inhuman on my part. What was I thinking?
And then, while photos were being taken ... one little girl spied her little sister trying to swipe her favorite watering can.
Obviously we couldn't have any of that nonsense, so she swiftly stole it back.
I'm happy to report that at least ONE of us was then content with life.
Seriously, I should have just gotten in my car ... all by myself ... enjoyed the 3 minutes of silence ... and gotten my own damn pop.
It would have been a hell of a lot easier.
Ya wanna know what else is really easy? Voting for me. Please do. I'm losing BIG TIME now and there are only 12 days left to vote. It only takes 15 seconds ... if that! Thanks!
Wrong.
He barely noticed they were there.
And then, just to get these photos, I had to endure pouty kids wanting a picture done BY THEMSELVES. As in 'individual'. Because, ya know, having them pose together in just one photo is torture and down right inhuman on my part. What was I thinking?
And then, while photos were being taken ... one little girl spied her little sister trying to swipe her favorite watering can.
Obviously we couldn't have any of that nonsense, so she swiftly stole it back.
I'm happy to report that at least ONE of us was then content with life.
Seriously, I should have just gotten in my car ... all by myself ... enjoyed the 3 minutes of silence ... and gotten my own damn pop.
It would have been a hell of a lot easier.
Ya wanna know what else is really easy? Voting for me. Please do. I'm losing BIG TIME now and there are only 12 days left to vote. It only takes 15 seconds ... if that! Thanks!
