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I have the afternoon to myself. The cleaning lady came this morning so Jazz and I ventured off to the park. I understand that when you are a mother it is not all about you. Common though, some of the mothers at the park "looked like mothers". They had no identity of their own except for the fact that they are a mom. First off they all look at me like I am some trappy tennager with a child out of wedlock. I want to shout out to them that I am in fact married and I am not a teenager. I choose not to wear shorts with the perfect iron fold down the middle and a matching sweater set. That does not mean that you have to look at me in some discust.
Jazz is at a friends house for a sleep over slumber party sort of ordeal. I think that I will once again order in.
Bindi, I don't know if you are reading or not. I told you that I love Newlyweds, which I still do because she is so air headed. But now her sister has an Ashley Simpson show...about nothing. It is getting to out of hand. It is pretty sad. I am glad that I know how to clean a floor and water the garden, all by myself.
Mia
Jazz is at a friends house for a sleep over slumber party sort of ordeal. I think that I will once again order in.
Bindi, I don't know if you are reading or not. I told you that I love Newlyweds, which I still do because she is so air headed. But now her sister has an Ashley Simpson show...about nothing. It is getting to out of hand. It is pretty sad. I am glad that I know how to clean a floor and water the garden, all by myself.
Mia