The other day Lisa showed up at my door with a gift. She told me she was dropping it off so like the good friend I am, I waited beside the door where she couldn't see me and just as she was about to ring the door bell I jumped out and screamed as loud as I could scaring the living bejaysus out of her.
It was awesome.
But even more awesome was the gift she brought me.
It's a cup. With me in all my Mexican marguirita splendor.
Why is this such a great gift, you ask?
Well...first, because I love Face In A Hole. You can become anything when you put your face in a hole.
Am I the only one laughing at that last sentence?
Second, because on the back of the mug there's something else.
Get it? I'm Senior Writer at YMC! I'm A Señor Writer!
It's Face In A Hole, bad puns and thoughtfulness rolled up into one awesome gift.
For the record, that's not coffee I'm drinking. Also? My acting is spectacular, is it not?
The shopping is done.
The baking complete.
You’ve wrapped all the presents.
It’s time for a treat
This is your reminder.
There’s one thing to get.
Whatever you do,
Please don’t forget.
Because nothing can ruin,
A fun Christmas morn.
Than forgetting these,
You’ve now been warned
There’s still time left.
Grab your car, bus or skiis.
But however you go,
Don't Forget Batteries.
Now That You've Got Your Batteries, Give Your Kids The Best Stocking Stuffer EVER
Three weeks ago Son No. 1 announced he would no longer be calling me ‘Mummy’, I would be ‘Mom’ instead.
When I asked him why he told me it was because ‘Mummy’ sounded too babyish.
And from that day he has not faltered ONCE.
“Mom, guess what happened today?”
“Mom, can I have a snack?”
“Mom, can I go on the computer?”
Mom! Mom! Mom! Now I know how Jan from The Brady Bunch feels.
I HATE MOM.
I like Mummy. I like how it sounds, I like how it rolls off the tongue, I like how it DOESN’T REMIND ME HE’S GROWING UP EVERY SINGLE TIME HE SAYS IT.
Stupid aging and getting more mature.
Son No. 2 told me he’s going to call me Mom, too.
I told him if he did, he was grounded.
They wanna play hardball? Bring it.
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