Aunt Choc wins the prize for making two grown ups tear up at the same time with this little number. It's hard to see the smocking, stitch work, and little blue flowers on the front, but it is now and forever will be the dress for leaving the hospital and facing the world of a sleep deprived, crazed, un-showered, jiggly, hormonal, milk-shooting mama. God bless you, little one...get some peace now while there is still time.
Tuesday was the half-way point. We are on our way to the ugly moment in time when I realize, "Good GOD I have got the GET THIS THING OUT OF ME SOMEHOW and Bumpus will get arrested if he tries sneaking te-kill-yuh into the hospital!"
Of course, I look nothing cute like a little movie star with a "baby bump." I just look like a fat ass.
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You just be a tellin my boy Rufus that his Aunt Choc don't want him a turnin into a drag queen - I like him just the way he is!!! If you be a letting him wear pink dresses today than tomorrow he be wanting breast implants so he can be a swimsuit model!!!!
Yo Mama luv that Jack boy even tho he looking like a man-with-problems in the photo, sur don't need no mo problems than we alredy got, here we got Sister Sue with a lemon fettish, Mama with a foot issue, Kaptain havin a fit this fine a.m. cause it is boat movin day, I done took to My Room and the computer thing til him and his arrogant friend Franklin rev up them motors and git outta my site.
Yo Mama wanna no what size that beautiful dress be, is it pre-pared for a 9# little bundle of luv? Sure wood hate to have to jes wrap that lil thing up in a dry towel to haul her to the car and the home of her choice. Then we cud jes have Unkle Mike mak a shadow box frame and hang that beauty over the bed.
Yo Mama is doin 2 much thinkin this morn, guess I B worriet bout Cat-Crap in the skool house learnin sum new words and hand signs.
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