Yeah, only, how are you going to find out if I’m good unless you join me?
But I’m scared of the boogie man.
But I don’t wanna!
*Originally posted by kaylasdad99 *
**Only if you are good.
Yeah, only, how are you going to find out if I’m good unless you join me? **
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I find the bizarre drift of this hijack to be disturbing, to say the least.
Bizarre?
Turkish or Persian?
Nevermind. I was dreaming…
*Originally posted by Zoe *
**Bizarre?Turkish or Persian?**
Harper’s.
**
Nevermind. I was dreaming… **
Well, at least SOMEBODY went to bed…
Annie sits in kitchen, eating a sandwich “You said go to bread.”
Why, when I was a kid, we only wished we’d be sent to bed. Every night, my Dad would open a book of magic and banish us straight to Hell, where we’d stand up to our necks in red hot coals while devil dogs disembowled us and imps played jump rope with our intestines. Then the Incarnation of Evil would grab us up, chew our heads off and use us for suppositories. We’d emerge the follow day, stinking of sulfur, brimstone and feces, get sent back to Earth to work in the salt mines 25 hours a day and that’s the way it was AND WE LIKED IT.
Harrumph. Kids these days.
maybe its taken a while but I just realized I DON"t NEED to have kids. I have 50 dementia residents who would rather wheel down the hallway at full speed, muttering gibberish, peeing in corners, shouting my name non stop to come and move their kleenex box, spitting out chocolates back into the nice box of expensive chocolates (Purdy’s if you care about that sort of thing…which I do) sticking ham salad sandwiches up my nose, hoarding poo-poos on their shelf, breaking up fights when one steals the other’s desert…
Do I have children? Yes, fify. Fifty one if you count my husband…
::MsRobyn scribbles notes furiously, grateful as hell she’s got a 5-month-old who doesn’t talk back (yet) and who can fall asleep by himself::
Robin