hrrrrrrrrm

BWAHAHAHA! Oh common – you know you wish barbie was gay too…

Dyke Dolls. I think the thing that cracks me up the most are the “accessories” they come with. “Add-ons” indeed. BWAHAHA!

Ahem.

Odd niggling for a new story. Dunno. One of those times where two words are heard and then kind of stick with ya. Wrote em down on a post-it, we’ll see what comes of them after I finish AbO.

Tomorrow night we’ve got mom’s Reader’s Night shindig – letting the boy babysit his sisters for the first time officially. This is no 20 minute jaunt into town though, so this makes me *quite* nervous. Not to sure I’m ready for this, though I’m pretty sure he is. Of course, Auntie J and Gramma will have cell phones, papa will be on standby after his meeting (or possibly during since we got about 2 foot of snow dumped on us – and still falling!) and Uncle T will be just down the road and I’ll be a whole 5-7 minutes away and I’m gonna call him 82 times during the night to make sure everythings ok and that he and his sisters are DEAD or DISMEMBERED or something because you know that could TOTALLY happen and the guard dog who would lead anyone to the family jewels – assuming we had such finery – is worthless for being a big baddass guard dog, so I’ll have to call to make sure they didn’t get her all riled up or let her go so she could come running to find me and then bark some secret coded Lassie-like message so I can make myself look like an idiot going what they shoved the pup in the well you want me to follow you and then everyone will point and laugh and i’ll spend the rest of my life in this nice little padded cell where they’ll bring me juice in a plastic cup and only let me eat with spoons because surely I would dig my way free if given a spork….

*inhale*

Obsess and overprotect much, me? Naaaaaaaaaaaaaah. I’m handling this growing up thing JUST fine. Honest.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!