franksgirl

i i took my daughter to the museum today. there's a big sesame st. and mr. rogers neighborhood, hurricane throw up of an interactive exibit. i mean over drive. you walk in to the kids area *(which is jiegeundice) and your brain spantaniously combusts. like a cernal of popcorn. unless your a cahole's summmer days sale kinda mom, in which case you're numb from the breast up and you and your suv driving friends are just fine to drink diet pepsi with lime at the mothers table of observation and hatetred. you have to kill someone to get into that group so i can't join. i don't have cankles either so that might be another strike against me......

at any rate - museum. my daughter, presious baby girl of 2.

she is a maniac. the goast of hellen keler's early years invaded my daughters body and soon i had a connie chung on too much coffee seizur in pink and pigtails. fun.

*ahem*

now how ever we are home and she is crashing to some or another pixar creation waiting for daddy and i, well, naked girls.....
what can you do.

russian men are beautiful.

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