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Morning words of….something.
The Pup, playing with her string, doing the normal bridges and things, suddenly begins to hum: dumduhduhdadadadooda! and says the following:
“Look mom, I made a hootchie-cootchie dancer! See, she’s holding a pole and bouncing to the music!”
This leads to two questions:
….just WHAT kind of stories did that String Guy tell my kid at school???
…and WHY wasn’t I invited? Harumph.
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edited to add friend comment that made me spit out my Diet crack Coke everywhere:
S: holy shit Lessa. Show and tell is really different up where you are. *eyes my youngest suspicously*
edited again to ask the all important question:
and what kind of mother will people think I am when my pup goes around saying “hootchie-cootchie dancer” instead of the Proper term of “Stripper” or “Whore” which are not always mutually exclusive? I SWEAR I taught her better then that!
(disclaimer for the idiots: Oh please – I’ve no problem with strippers. or whores. or hootchie-cootchie dancers. especially if you are one. It’s just funny. *L*)
#44 [36×365]
Jim My first official boyfriend. For two years, we talked on the phone, and saw each other occasionally. Finally allowed do date – you pushed. I didn’t want pushed. In the end, you betrayed my trust. Good Riddance.
omg.
How can it be MAY already? Seriously? It’s completely uncalled for, and well. insane. May is an INSANELY busy month around these parts. With the long winter, it seems all classes save their field trips till May when the snow melts, which means numberous kids to remember to get to school early, many fees to […]
Ok…
Mixed things up a bit here on the old homepage. I haven’t been using the sideblog function much, so decided to currupt it into the postings for my 36×365 things. Took some messing around but I finally got it to work. The latest 5 will be viewable on the sideblog there, with links if you […]
Weeklong-ish wrapup.
So. Yeah. Heh. Haven’t been writing much, though I’m not sure why. Perhaps because I still want to rant and rave, though I already did my mind dump. Perhaps because I’m worried about someone, and I can’t quite up and tell them so and can only hope they can get some help – though since […]
