Dear Mom,
Thank you for putting up with my four crazy screaming kids while I kick up my feet, bask in the sun, and revive my sanity.
Dear Violent Hail Storm,
You flooded my basement and hurt all my flowers. You can kiss it! Although, I do appreciate what you did to the stray dog thats been running adrift and leaving what my four year old thinks are tootsie rolls in my yard. That was funny.
Dear Water Weight,
I hate your stinkin guts! You are sc-uuuummm between my toes, Love Big Mama!
Dear Washing Machine,
Wash, Rinse, and repeat. Not Wash, Retain, and flood. You money greedy pimp!
1 comment:
That hail was CRAZY, right. Took half the rain gutter off the back of my house. Insanity.
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