Thursday, February 17, 2011


As of late, when you don't want me near you (I know, I don't get it either) you sort of shove me with your hand and say, "Back, Mama, back."

Back where? Back where I came from? Well I've got news for you, Buster Brown, YOU came from me! So if anyone is going BACK where they came from, it's you. Into my womb. Huh? I don't know what I'm saying, I'm tired...


  1. I never know what to say when E gets fresh with me. Today she chewed me out for wearing daddy's slippers. Her lecture ended with her saying, "you don't wear them, mama!"

    Um, seriously?!