True Story
I just came back from the soul-sucking process known as getting my kids to school/daycare. (It's like groundhog day, but with a lot of, "Let's go brush our teeth! Brush your teeth. BRUSH YOUR TEETH! Please go get your shoes. Put on your shoes please. Put on your shoes. WHERE ARE YOUR SHOES?! *get in the car* "Mommy, I forgot to brush my teeth!") I try to be as pleasant as possible, but I don't always win. ANYWAY.
I walked back into my house, and with an air of defeat said aloud to myself, "All I wanna do..." at which point, my Fowler brain-washing kicked in and I finished, "is zoom a zoom zoom zoom and a BOOM BOOM! JUST SHAKE YOUR RUMP!"
True story. This is who I am, people, even when you're not around.
I walked back into my house, and with an air of defeat said aloud to myself, "All I wanna do..." at which point, my Fowler brain-washing kicked in and I finished, "is zoom a zoom zoom zoom and a BOOM BOOM! JUST SHAKE YOUR RUMP!"
True story. This is who I am, people, even when you're not around.
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