
You think my mother could wash my hair and cut the damn tag out of my shirt.

So...you wake up one morning and realize that you are where you are. And you decide that this beats the hell out of working for a bipolar boss who was always trying to figure out exactly how to buy her meds over the internet.
3 comments:
Hey, don't knock moms and tags. My two year old is currently walking around with a shirt inside out with the tag in front (for over twenty-four hours now). She put it on herself. "Good Job!"
BTW, cute kid!
I know that 2 year old. It's not like she would let you anywhere NEAR that tag anyway.
You know, I hate that you are always right!
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