Every neighborhood has one I happen to be the one in mine, and I'm not even technically old enough to be it.
**True story happened tonight***
I walk into the store, notice people looking at me strange. Then I notice I still have my apron with icing on it from the cookies I had baked.
My poor children will be so embarrassed, maybe that is why I don't have any. At least my hair was not in rollers!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Crazy lady
Posted by The Ketchup Queen at 9:38 PM
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