Sabotage!

My 14 year old son hates me. That's not true. My 14 year old son should be tarred and feathered? Or covered with honey and left in a back alley for the rodents to nibble? That IS true!

OK, maybe that's not true either.

But, WHY, did HE have to be the one to bring home the cherry and blueberry cheese danishes from his after-school program.

"Because it's the last day, nobody else wanted them, so I asked for them. Want to try them? They are good!"

Like I don't know this? Like these aren't the same super sweet, I crappy, LOVE nasty, CHEESE danishes that are at every office function?

Why did he have to walk in as my stomach was reminding me I hadn't eaten lunch? As I was in the process of trying to figure out what to eat?


I buckled. I indulged. I want to throw them (and him) O-U-T!

Just a quick note since nobody knows me well enough to know, I'm joking. About throwing him out or tarring & feathering, or even covering him with honey to feed the rodents.

Maybe. :)

I'd appreciate if anyone who actually reads this would answer the poll on the side about whether or not this page is too busy. Or, answer in notes. I'm a tough ole broad & can take criticism well.