Ok, so I got my bracelet. Here, modeled by Olivia, my eleven year old daughter, who sniped the fucking thing before I even had a chance to put it on. You know, she’s such a prim little goody two-shoes I expected this to offend her. In fact, I was counting on it. Instead, she wants […]
Ok, so I got my bracelet. Here, modeled by Olivia, my eleven year old daughter, who sniped the fucking thing before I even had a chance to put it on.
You know, she’s such a prim little goody two-shoes I expected this to offend her. In fact, I was counting on it. Instead, she wants to be the very first one in her class to sport, not the yellow livestrong or the pink breast cancer or the lame support our troops, but the black LIVEWRONG bracelet.
Maybe this is it. Maybe she’s turned the corner and joined the family.
The thing is, we’re proud as hell of her. She’s kind, friendly, just made honor roll in her school.
But as we always say, we sort of planned on having Wednesday Addams. We wound up with Marilyn Munster.
But there’s hope for for her yet, I think, to get in touch with her inner evil.
“We sort of planned on having Wednesday Addams. We wound up with Marilyn Munster.”
That is, by far, my favorite quote by you. I’m dyin’ here!
Gregg
*sigh* Good Girl, Olivia. Good girl. ; )
Of course I had to just order myself a LiveWrong bracelette. Because I’m just that kind of a follower. (Lead me into Living Wrong!)
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