Because twitter is limited to 140 characters, some of my ramblings won’t fit – but they’re not quite long enough to qualify as a ‘real’ blog post. This is one of those. The first in what is sure to be a series of thousands
Dropping Miss 6 off at school. After walking her to the door, I head back to the car. I end up walking next to one of the other Mums
Trying to get my umbrella up I say, making pointless conversation as this woman & I have NOTHING in common Can’t believe it’s raining again
And she says, I know, I was just telling my baby boy (her 6 yr old son) that it’s not really rain. It’s the angels crying, because the Mummy’s are sad that the school year is almost over and their babies are growing up.
And I said, that’s just what I was going to say
(But what I THOUGHT was, holy shit you’re a fruit loop and your son’s future floral business better be successful to pay for all the therapy the little fucker is going to need)
To think I always thought it was The Angels peeing on us…just because they can!
Mummy’s are crying because they’ve gotta entertain their own brats all summer. Who said that? Some bitch.