when I told you that Emily was like Angelica from The Rugrats.
Remember that? If you can't recall, then you must really be getting old ... because it wasn't THAT long ago.
Anyway, the other night Emily came down from her room in her FOURTH outfit of the day, because she likes to irritate the snot out of me by changing clothes a million times so that I either rewash them (causing me work) or have to hang them all back up (causing me work). I swear the day will come when I just leave all the dresses and crap laying on the floor and heaven forbid she has to wear something "dirty" and "wrinkled".
Yeah, I'll do that.
And then I'll tape it so that we can all watch her meltdown.
Doesn't that sound like fun?
So, back to my story, she comes downstairs and low and behold THIS is what I saw:
I am NOT EVEN KIDDING. I couldn't believe it. It cracked me up ... not only because she has the "look" of Angelica. But, she has Angelica on her shirt.
If she knew what I was up to, she would have never cooperated for a photo, so I gasped and told her how beautiful she looked and could she PLEASE grace me with a picture to remember the moment forever.
As you can see ... she obliged. Even then ... sporting the evil looking, Angelica, shit eatin' grin.
Aaaahhh ... my girl!
Isn't she a peach?
