Parenthood = Redefining Hell on a Daily Basis
March 30, 2007
Today we went to the MVA to register our cars and (finally) get our new driver's licenses. We took Noah with us. *** Dear Nice Lady Who Let Noah Play With Your Shiny Nice Pen, I love you. May that simple act of kindness be rewarded with decades of flawless skin and a good seven or eight hot young cabana boys. Love, Amy PS Although perhaps you only needed to say the thing about Noah not looking a thing like Jason one time, and maybe not so loud. *** Dear Mystery Person Who Spilled Froot Loops All Over the Floor In the Waiting Area, I hate you. I know I should probably have empathy for what was most likely a desperate situation, but that's just bad parenting karma there, man. May the next dozen public restroom floors you encounter be littered with crushed-up Oreos. Hate! Amy *** Dear Lady In That Line Over There, You are in the wrong line. You want that line, over there. No, the line past that one. Yes. But only if you have the right form filled out. Oh no, that is the wrong form. Take a number from that window; they will give you... Read more →