January 04, 2007
chou of the year
Sometimes, your kids go to school and they create and they make you so proud. Your little Einstein, or little Picasso, or little Michael Jordan. Everytime they excel, you feel a little push, momentum for your weary course. It's not all eroding away, the struggle is producing real results.
Then, other times, you open up your child's homework folder and what you find there deeply disturbs you. You may look out the front door to see if child protective services is on the way to get you. You may call your parents and repent some random sins.
Or, like me, you may just sigh and accept that your nomination for Mother of the Year will likely be looked over again.
Sleeping pills eh? So that's how to do it . . .
Posted by: oddybobo at January 4, 2007 10:23 AMHmmmm - sleeping pills. Why didn't I think of that? The hangover has to be better than using bourbon.
Posted by: Dash at January 4, 2007 11:10 AMPriceless...absolutely pricless!
Posted by: Rave at January 4, 2007 04:05 PMHell, that's even better than duct tape. Leaves less marks.
Where's my kids at?
Posted by: Richard at January 4, 2007 06:04 PMWow. Tell me who your pharmacist is. I want some of those!!
Posted by: Bou at January 4, 2007 10:21 PMHeh, and here I was thinking I was the only one whose mother used to give her beer in her bottle.
What?
I am?
Well, then, um, never mind...
LMAO!!!! God love little kids and their imaginations, eh?
Posted by: Kelly at January 5, 2007 07:32 AMSweetie, you can sit by me. Kids come up with the damnedest things, don't they?