This is just a short blog to share a hilarious story with you all.
I was at Aunt Becky's blog when I read about her guest spot on the Mouthy Housewives blog. I decided to read the other posts, because it seemed like a good blog. And it's hilarious. This post in particular made me think terrible, dirty thoughts about produce.
This was the portion of the post that triggered these terrible, sinful thoughts:
Ah, the joys of having a 3-year-old. There you are, simply trying to pee in a public restroom with your child in the stall, when suddenly the kid booms out louder than LAX’s PA system, “WOW, MOMMY! YOU SURE HAVE A LOT OF HAIR IN YOUR PRIVATE PARTS! YOU LOOK LIKE A STUFFED BUNNY! DO YOU WANT SOME CAWWOTS DOWN THERE?” Or at least that’s what I heard happened to a friend of mine one time at the Target she no longer frequents.
And my first thought was:
"No thank you, honey. Mommy prefers to feed the bunny big cucumbers."
On a scale of 1-10, how bad is that? Like, can I Hail Mary my way out of this? :)
God I'm awesome.