Maybe they think my dog is annoying.
Or hate Ike and Duke.
Maybe they don't know that I went to see Kenny Rogers this weekend.
If they knew that, I am sure they would all come crawling back wanting to know if the plastic surgery really did mess up his face.
And, I would tell them yes.
But that isn't what this is about.
Lets discuss this cruel assignment called Parenting.
This long, mind sucking, body taking, confidence killing test.
Ermegerd, it is killing me slowly.
We recently paid someone to work his ass off finishing a room in our basement.
A finished, private room with comfy furniture, tiled floor, an area rug, big TV, DVD player and video games.
All of this for our bratty, spoiled, unappreciative children because we thought it would be nice for them to have their own space to play with each other/friends.
We are total suckers.
They have never used it.
And they don't plan on it.
Because they say it is scary.
I give up.
Dear Followers. Why are you leaving us? We are fun. And weird. And love Photobooth.