I used to call my mother in despair about the wild things my children had done. She would say, "Honey, it'll be funny in twenty years." One day my daughter did something so astoundingly awful that I thought to myself, "I can't wait twenty years. I need to laugh NOW." So I started writing. If it was just parenting, though, I'd go nuts. So you might also hear about coffee, music, and finding jeans that fit a 30-something butt. You Just Never Know.
If you want to make me a happy woman, please explain to me what fundamental law of the universe demands that a professionally cleaned carpet be immediately baptized by a glass of orange juice, random sprinklings of sand (we don't even have sand!), and a pile of cat barf.
posted by Mommer @ 8:31 PM
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