Dear 5;
You suck. You stole my kid. What happened to my go -anywhere-and- do -anything- without any- questions- asked daughter? Now she's all "Mo-o-0hmmm" whenever we ask her to do something. Her new found little 'tude is pushing my buttons to no end. And the tears. Oh, the tears.
I blame you 5. And all those frickin' books that teach how to be all 'I'm a big girl now'. She now poops and knows Everyone else does - so enough already. Goody. I know it's hard to be you, 5, we've been telling her that for almost 6 months now. But cut the crap.
Dear Migraine;
While I do enjoy the occasional flashback, those trippy little sparkly wavy thingies around my field of vision without benefit of the Grateful Dead's 'Box of Rain' on in the background when I'm driving are a bit much. I could understand if you visiting if I had porked out on oysters , smoked meats and chocolate - but I didn't even get to do that. It's not all bad... I do appreciate you knocking me out at 8:30 last night. Thirteen hours of sleep will do a body good.
Dear Lottery;
I could use a winning ticket. Just sayin'.
Dear Interesting Things to Blog About;
Where've you been? Just askin'.
Sincerely Yours ~
PS.. I got this from Mama Cass who got it from Kat.
18 comments:
lol :)
Sorry about the Migraine. And the 5. Hope next week gets better for ya. :)
ROFLMAO! You think THIS wasn't interesting? This was awesome!
Justine :o )
Is Mrs. 5 the reason you met Mr. migraine?
This is what I hated about my kids turning 5 - the ability to ninja it through the McDonald's drive through for an ice cream cone without them knowing what I was doing and demanding one of their messy own.
Sigh...the good old days...
Yikes 5 AND a migraine? This too will pass. Guess what. I've got a new contest going on. If you get a chance, stop by my blog and enter. :)
Hope your head is feeling better.
Let me know when you hear back from Lottery.
Stopping by the SITS to say hello. Five is a bit of a pain in the butt. They are a little bit like teenagers. They think they know everyone. My favorite age... Definitely 8!
The lottery ticket... you and me both!
Happy Monday, hope you have a great week.
I hope the migraine gets better!
aww dear 5 is great.
Hmmmm, you don't think you were blogging about something interesting? Well! It was definitely entertaining! =)
Too funny, hope the migraine goes away and will you share the winning ticket if you get it?
Yeah five, such a precious age. When their someone else's kid.
Your gonna have to wait in the lottery line with the rest of us. Some of us have been waiting since 1986.
It'll happen. I'm close, I can feel it....
the attitudes only get more pronounced. i'm sorry in advance.
Try having a kid who gets migranes!
Just remember, its gets worse before it gets better.
Ah...I remember the 'fives' with both my kids.
Let me know when Migraine writes back.
This shit gets worse.
Oh, how I can identify with "Dear Interesting Things To Blog About..."
Sister...oh, I feel you. I hear you. I'm with you.
Your migraine better be gone by now.
Yea, I could have written the same letter to 7. Or 2nd grade. 2nd grade stole both my kids.
I wish my migraines had that fun flashback quality...
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