Last week at karate there was a dad who was wearing a shirt that said Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced. On the front of his shirt. It pretty much took up the whole front of his shirt. Now the class is for 4, 5 and 6 year-olds so I don't think any of the kids could read it (I haven't spotted any super geniuses yet), but come on. COME ON. People make weird choices. Also, who had a child with this man? AND, not one person kissed him during karate class so the shirt is obviously broken, it has no powers of persuasion left. This shirt knocked the #hangry shirt that one of the mom's wears every single week out of the top spot of my karate parent judgment circle. I am a black belt in silently judging, it's a great time-killer.
We have an electric stove which I hate, but am adjusting my cooking to, but something I cannot adjust to is every time I'm standing next to it stirring a pot or flipping a quesadilla (H eats a lot of quesadillas) my stomach hits the on button for the burners and turns a burner on. Like every time. It's like my stove is taunting me. I've taken to sucking my stomach in while cooking like the stove is a cute guy or something. I've decided I'll just start cooking in a corset, a quick google search gave me many options, but after a few seconds of research I ordered this one.
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| This is the Seed of Life corset, it just looked the most ME to me. |
I'm trying to do as much psychological damage as possible to my kids while they're young. That's really what a mom's job is, don't you think? Let's get cookin'!
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