Earlier this week, some goofy news show did a segment on "Martini Moms." A new story about it is here. A few days later, the same GNS followed up about how they had gotten all these emails from people in support of or disagreeing with the whole have-a-little-special-sippy-in-yer-cup thing. I noticed that the people who disagreed tended to be plum smugglers! What business is it of theirs, whilst (<--fancy word Bumpus taught me, pronounced "whill-st" if you don't live in East Texus and "whail-stUH" if you do) they're off hanging out at Bodacious Tata Land or working until 9 PM every night or sittin' on the couch watching westerns with their hand in their britches? How many times did the smugglers get barfed on that day? How many two-year-old's poopy dipes did they change? These people who are so quick to judge better be careful because I might put on a wig and a Depends Undergarment and come after them.
My only issue is that I prefer to consider myself a MARGARITA MOM. Or a cheap-ass-box-o'-wine Mom.
I don't have my soap box, or I woulda gotten up on it.
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