How to Annoy Me
Walk in the door after a playdate with your Goddess of Love, Emily, and give me a look that says, "You are not HER, and YOU'LL NEVER BE HER." And then sulk into the basement for the rest of the day. I've got news for you, little buddy: I PAY YOUR BILLS.
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Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
- Our fish just died. And I'm sitting here crying. And it wasn't even my fault!
