Thursday, November 01, 2007

I'm A Loser, Baby, So Why Don't You Kill Me

Yesterday, Lila said,"Mom, couldn't you come up with a new Halloween costume this year?" Her tone meant, "Mom, you're so lame at Halloween."

This morning, Dhyana's email flat out called me a loser cuz I didn't reply to her last email fast enough. Then she asked me to hem up her choir robe. In the same email. What's wrong with that picture?

I'm working on a collage at work that one of the staff found "hideous". He also said it looked like a car wreck. He wanted to look away but just couldn't.

I don't think Don thinks I'm a loser, but it's possible he thinks I'm slightly blonde cuz I don't know how to set up my voice mail on my cell phone.

I bought a bottle of rubber cement for my collage. I think I'll go console myself. Sniff, sniff.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

um it was like a week that you totally ignored me and moms are supposed to want to talk to their kids and not just leave them all abandoned and dangling and it actually is a dress not a robe