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Desperate Working Mommas
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005
How to Amuse Me and Horrify Me at the Exact Same Time

When your younger sister and I have to run to Target to find the perfect birthday present for her little friend's Almost Sleepover Birthday Party (a present which Birthday Girl's mother dictated MUST be a Bratz Doll but not any of the Bratz Rock Angelz series because Birthday Girl already has all of those, and probably not any of the Bratz Midnight Dance dolls, and no Mini Bratz--chintzy!-- oh, and definitely not any of those Bratz Babyz because they are creepy-- have you seen them?!-- and they give Birthday Girl nightmares. And absolutely NO boy Bratz. But any other Bratz doll should be fine.) and you are left to your own devices, and I begin to feel a bit guilty for leaving you behind, especially around lunchtime, and I call to ask if you want me to bring you something to eat, just go ahead and cheerfully inform me that I don't need to bring you a thing as you have already made yourself a super good lunch: Doritos, vanilla ice cream, and hot chocolate.

Further, as you have officially named December 27th "Marshmallow Day" and have licked and sticked to your face all the mini marshmallows left in the pantry before dancing wildly around the house to the music from Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (which, incidentally, can still be heard blaring in the background), I may want to pick up another bag on the way home.

link | posted by Cat at 12:16 PM

Blogger WILLIAM commented:

Holy Crap. Today is Marshmallow day?

Note to self: Pick up Marmallow's on way home from work.

» 12/27/2005 1:38 PM 
Blogger mrtl commented:

I can get behind marshmallow day. I don't have Doritos here, but I could do the vanilla ice cream and hot chocolate, too. Party!

Till now, Cat, we've had amazing compatibility with the weird stuff we eat. I'd be weirded out, though, if you find the following appetizing (and I'd wet myself if you actually have eaten it before): ham sandwich with ketchup and Miracle Whip with nacho cheese doritos. ??

» 12/27/2005 2:19 PM 
Blogger Circus Kelli commented:


Did you try the BRATZ Wild West Dolls? They have a HORSE!

*checking my backside in the mirror*

Apparently, Marshmallow Day has already gotten behind me... *sigh*

» 12/27/2005 3:12 PM 
Blogger Bente commented:

She dictated what present you had to get? Rude.

I love the marshmallow day idea. Yum!

» 12/27/2005 4:02 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

William: Fo rizzle my nizzle. Foshizzle. Marshmizzle.

mrtl: Oh, no, no, NO... You'll have to excuse me, mrtl. I need to go throw up now. I ean, EW! And hee.

CK: You licked and sticked marshmallows to yer bum? Huh. Dirty!

Bente: She totally did. I know, right?! Way to kill the joy, Birthday Girl's mother! GOSH!

» 12/27/2005 5:17 PM 
Blogger Cat commented:

mrtl: Of course I meant "I mean EW!"


Will I never learn to hit Preview?

» 12/27/2005 5:20 PM 
Blogger not-so-normal mom commented:

I'm worried.

» 12/27/2005 9:33 PM 
Blogger Amy commented:

Her 'super good' lunch is exactly what I would consider one to be.

» 12/27/2005 9:54 PM 
Blogger mrtl commented:

I didn't think so.

» 12/27/2005 11:13 PM 
Anonymous Di commented:

I LOVE marshmellows! I could just sit and eat a bag...big ones, little ones, the fruitie flavored ones, the Christmas shaped ones (or whatever holiday it may be), but just last week my husband informed me he HATES them. What is that about? How can you HATE marshmellows? I can understand not really caring for them, but flat out HATE?

» 12/28/2005 1:30 PM 

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