Did anyone notice that I've added Ads to my site and a site counter (at the bottom)? Aren't I fancy? Aren't I cool? Well, fine. I think I am so *poof*!
Speaking of that. I am getting a lot of *poof* and you're such a twirps back at me from Ms. Brooke. Jeez. You don't realize the things that you say in an off hand way until you are around a 3 year old with the verbal intellect of a 16 year old.
I also do a lot of rhyming I wasn't aware of until she starts to pick it up and guess what Mom rhymes most closely with that 3 year olds are obsesessed with but 36 year old mothers don't often want to talk about.... yes, that's right BUM.
So I get a lot of Mom, Mom, the big old Bum. For no other reason than it rhymes (and that it's fact but I'm pretty sure she doesn't know that yet, though we did bathe together recently so maybe it's her subtle way of letting me know......no, I know, just kidding).
On the other hand at least she didn't ban me from her birthday party because of my bums' largesse. What are you talking about you ask? Brooke told John that he couldn't come to her birthday party at school because, "his butt is too big and he takes up too much room."
Thank god she said it to him because I may have cried. BTW, in John's defense his butt is truly the perfect size for someone who is practically 8 feet tall. Even if his butt was the size of the garage door he still wouldn't have cared because guys butts can be as large as they like and no one gives a hoot. Yet another reason why life isn't fair. I'd like a big carefree butt someday. But then you'd be forced to call me Beyonce and I just don't think I could pull that off.
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