Lucky for me, my mother was the same sort of mad grizzly bear that I am now. Furthermore, my mother had been counting on robbing me of my babysitting money, which augmented her fury. She marched over, breathed dragon fire on the blonde welcher, and returned triumphantly with my cash, which at least I got to look at before it ended up in my mother’s purse.
Posts Tagged as ‘desperate’
August 28, 2008
I’m baaaack. Anyone care for a drink?
He even took the props from my kids’ concert shows and decorated the yard and fence with them.
[The yard] went from looking like all that was missing was a car on cinderblocks to a virtual paradise.
I was stunned.
Hence, the alcohol.
May 30, 2008
Secrets from the Closely-Guarded Girl Manual
Sure. I could pay a tree service. Or whoever you hire to take down a massive rose bush with thorns the size of my thumb that one neighborhood kid has already gotten himself snagged on.
This rose bush – less than a foot tall when I naively planted it – has mushroomed to mammoth proportions, as [...]
Everything you read on this blog is actually true. As in, this is a genuine, non-fiction blog. Generally, I don't name names when the parties concerned are (a) related to me and/or (b) under the age of majority, and therefore no matter how funny they are, unable to give their informed consent to have their hilarious but true commentary on the ridiculousness of life publicized globally. I do, however, skirt the issue of crediting them by admitting it was not ME who came up with their jokes, but "some kid." (Works for most of us.)