pin cushion queen
You know, I pity my future children.
For instance, I'm planning to name my son (or daughter)Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone. However, that's only how it looks on paper. It is pronouced Bob. But with a certain flair.
You know... I probably shouldn't reproduce, or even raise kids for that matter.... not to mention animals.
This isn't helped along by my obsession with Tom Jones, and poetry such as this little ditty by Tim Burton: "life isn't easy for the pin cushion queen, when she sits on her throne pins push through her spleen."
This is I'm sure how the following conversation after the poem will go:
Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone: "Mommy, what's a spleen?"
Me: "I don't know Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone. But it rhymes, and that's all that matters."
Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone: "Mommy -"
Me: "I thought I told you to call me Fred not Mommy Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone...."
Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone: "Ahhh... Fred mommy, why is the picture so scary?"
Me: "Because she has pins sticking in her nitwit."
Wow, really shouldn't reproduce.
I bought stuff today. It was amusing. I now possess a llama like thing. Norah says its a camel. I hit her. Stupid paint hair.
Sun burns a lot. It hurts. Voting was cool. Election guy thought I was a 'couple' with some middle age guy. This justifies my shopping spree, and my forth coming depression.
Ba ha ha ha this song is perfect.
I'm pretty sure my child will turn into some sort of psycho. Ah, like mother, like crazy child.
For instance, I'm planning to name my son (or daughter)Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone. However, that's only how it looks on paper. It is pronouced Bob. But with a certain flair.
You know... I probably shouldn't reproduce, or even raise kids for that matter.... not to mention animals.
This isn't helped along by my obsession with Tom Jones, and poetry such as this little ditty by Tim Burton: "life isn't easy for the pin cushion queen, when she sits on her throne pins push through her spleen."
This is I'm sure how the following conversation after the poem will go:
Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone: "Mommy, what's a spleen?"
Me: "I don't know Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone. But it rhymes, and that's all that matters."
Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone: "Mommy -"
Me: "I thought I told you to call me Fred not Mommy Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone...."
Ageeecoocceetaccaheeccone: "Ahhh... Fred mommy, why is the picture so scary?"
Me: "Because she has pins sticking in her nitwit."
Wow, really shouldn't reproduce.
I bought stuff today. It was amusing. I now possess a llama like thing. Norah says its a camel. I hit her. Stupid paint hair.
Sun burns a lot. It hurts. Voting was cool. Election guy thought I was a 'couple' with some middle age guy. This justifies my shopping spree, and my forth coming depression.
Ba ha ha ha this song is perfect.
I'm pretty sure my child will turn into some sort of psycho. Ah, like mother, like crazy child.