Note to my mother: Please, please move to Chicago.
Note to my father: See? I can't possibly watch Oprah and sit on my haunches all day.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Again?
I know what you're thinking: "For the love of Pete, will she never learn?" Apparently. This is what happens when I leave the room and tell Morgan to put cocoa in our cups. It's the sprinkles episode all over again but with different media.
Note to my mother: Please, please move to Chicago.
Note to my father: See? I can't possibly watch Oprah and sit on my haunches all day.
Note to my mother: Please, please move to Chicago.
Note to my father: See? I can't possibly watch Oprah and sit on my haunches all day.
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4 comments:
SO, she loooooves her chocolate! A girl after my heart! :)
She's gotta keep you hoppin. After all life without a little chocolate buzz would be dull.
Now that's some chocolatey hot chocolate right there! :)
I just think she's trying to tell you you need bigger mugs!
I like her thinking. We'll come over for hot cocoa anytime!
K
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