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Today’s Mailbag
….It was there. Hiding under the catalog filled with things I do not want, nor can I afford thus its good its a buncha crap I don’t want. It was there lurking with it’s unassuming white postcard-like liesure. It’s plain black text didn’t SEEM to harbor such tidings of age and decrepit-ness, but alas, it did.
And I have proof.
Naturally.
See?
It’s the last line that kills me! WHAT? just because he is a FR…FRESH….AUGH! Now he no longer NEEDS HIS MOMMY for such momentous events?
Thats it! I’m selling the kids and getting a..a…a.. BUNNY! Though I hear told they aren’t so much with the appreciation EITHER. Harumph.
I AM TOO YOUNG FOR THIS CRAP!
(Stop laughing Nana Moosie, I can hear you from here, you know!)
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sighhhhhhhhhhh
it’s a dirty job – but SOMEBODY’s gotta do it . . . .
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i lived through it m’dear and so shall you.
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I SO KNOW my time is coming but I can’t help myself…. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
And you thought it was only mom laughing at you…..
Amusingly enough, the “Rabbits vs. Kids” discussion has certainly made the rounds at our house. 🙂