Damn. Felix Mendelssohn is out of my network.
Seriously people, can I get an introduction around here?
You know who else is on LinkedIn? Bach, Beethoven, Mozart… I don’t mean to be crass, but I was under the impression that you had to be alive to have a profile. I guess I was mistaken.
When I was brushing my teeth and putting in my contacts this morning my children were making their breakfast and talking off their clothes.
As I walked down the hall I could hear them singing: Happy birthday to me, I’m 103, I’m still in pre-school and I am naked.
It isn’t their birthday, they are out of pre-school and it isn’t a very good rhyme but the unclothed part was true.
Both of them were sitting at the dining room table butt ass naked and eating bagels.
(Butt ass naked sounds right in my head, but looks crazy typed out like that.)
See Mommy! We’re naked!
Then they laughed like it was the funniest thing that had ever happened. I smiled at them, put the cream cheese back in the refrigerator, made some coffee and then announced it was taco day at school as if everything was normal.
Because at least they weren’t fighting or crying.
It turns out that nudity is something I can handle in the morning and you know what else? Nobody got on the bus with food on their clothes today.
I know I’ve said this before, but really, this time I think it is safe to say that I have seen everything.
I think I am just going to start a series of posts that I write for MamaPop before realizing that someone else already covered the subject. In this particular case, since I spent an hour looking for pictures of Anna Nicole Smith’s underwear I can’t just hit delete. Please enjoy:
Do you guys remember a long time ago when I told you that Larry Birkhead bought $2800 of Anna Nicole Smith’s lingerie after she died so that their daughter, Dannielynn, would have something to remember her mother by?
Remember, you were sad because you were hoping that you too could own some of a dead woman’s underthings?
