In other bad reality TV news, I found out that I'm three degrees of separation from the Real Housewives of New Jersey. I've watched a few episodes, and those people horrify me. And now I know that they also horrify their relatives.
If that horrifies you, think how you are four degrees from ex President Bush! AAAAaaaarrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Is there any mother on the planet who hasn't been told "You're mean" by a kid at some point? And with eight kids, it's bound to happen more often.
It is my considered opinion that any mother who doesn't hear that at least once in a while, is probably not doing her job. Or has duck taped her kids' mouths shut.
God, I'm SO glad my mom was not a reality star.
For literally millions of reasons, of course, but on at least one occasion, she "threatened" to Change Her Name And Move Away if we said "Mom..." one more time.
And because one of my first words really was "asshole," although I think my dad got the ultimate blame.
Or should I say The man I thought of as my father...although my mom doesn't love my Denis-Leary-behind Celebrity-Theatre theory, but, actually I think it would explain a lot.(And the fact that I really told her this is another giant reason why cameras should never follow us. Ever.)
Because I RPF'ed my own mother...I doubt there's even a program for that.
It is my considered opinion that any mother who doesn't hear that at least once in a while, is probably not doing her job. Or has duck taped her kids' mouths shut.
Word.
When my kids say I'm mean, I tell them they're lucky they live in a fairly benevolent dictatorship.
Yeah, our new rote exchange goes something like "You're mean and you are not my friend anymore!"
"Great, then I'm doing my job."
"You're mean! Stop looking at me!"
"Save it for Dr. Phil, babe."
"You're mean! Stop looking at me!"
"Save it for Dr. Phil, babe."
If his guests said that to him I'd so watch it.
"Save it for Dr. Phil, babe."
My default is "Save it for Oprah, baby."
pancakes and bacon:
I am torn between two pairs of Mary Janes, neither of which I particularly need, you understand...
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I am torn between two pairs of Mary Janes, neither of which I particularly need, you understand...
TOOORN between two loafers
Feelin' like a fool
Loving both of them
They're comfier than mules