Jenny,
Sweetie, I love you to death, you know that, right? You're such a talented writer, but you're also "funny as shit" (said in a British accent). If I can't read your blog for a few days I go into withdrawal.
You're funny as shit in person too. And so damn adorable I want to hate you, but I can't. Because you're too damn nice. Plus, you're one of the most supportive bloggers I know. I feel blessed
to have been Bloggessed on a fairly regular basis for the last year and a half.
But, sweetie, please forgive me. I know you've just had your wisdom teeth removed, two of them because you're
a freak of nature lucky. I know you're
high and insensible right now. But when I saw a certain item in the
room full of crap waiting room at Cracker Barrel yesterday, I couldn't resist. I bought it for my son.
It's a bath toy, battery operated, and it shoots around the bathtub making bubbles and entertaining the kiddos.
Or, scaring the hell out of them:
Is this thing on?
Ewww. What is this thing again? Are you sure it's a bath toy for kids, Mommy?
It looks like it came in a plain brown wrapper.
Mommy. You know Jenny's going to be really pissed.Forgive me?
Labels: Bloggers I Adore, I'm a Bitch, Little H, Squids, The Bloggess
