Thursday, April 03, 2008

Your Fault

Just so you know, Internets.

Years into the future you will all be responsible for the therapist bill for my son. Because it was my sweet baby's birthday and all he got was two comments? (Thanks, Dulcie and C!) Dang, that's going to be rough on him when he goes to read my memoirs one day.

It's gonna be your fault. Not mine. Well, not this time. I'm betting he'll be in therapy for a thousand other reasons he'll end up blaming me and his Dad for.

Just so you know.

2 comments:

Pikes Pickles said...

So there, I narrowly escaped being on your bad side. Whhhhhew.

chelle's winks said...

Quit your whining Hope...some of us were planning B-D's of our own and didn't stop in...It's better late than Never!

I also have him a gift for him the next time ya'll are down.

I'd never completely forget about a little green power ranger, it's just another one of those "distance things"............