In addition to being Fathers Day, this week it's also my grandmothers 41st 39th birthday, my dads birthday and my mother in laws birthday.
I, of course, treated this with my usual lack of attention. So I just got the stuff in the mail yesterday. Except the cards that my child lovingly drew with her collection of 1,457 Sharpie markers. Those I carried around in my purse until today.
But since it's suitably last minute, I figured I better whip those bad boys out and get them in the mail. So that they at least arrive in the same month. Because I care.
So there I am, flipping through the cards, signing my name and J's to them, when I come across this;
Is that a marijuana leaf? On a birthday card FROM MY 13 YEAR OLD? *TO* *MY* *DAD*?
Yeah. I thought so.
You know what makes it worse? Clearly the little monster is Bogarting the doobie.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Pass the dutchie to the left hand side
Labels: Help Me Baby Jesus, m, momming, teenagers, Thystleness, wtf
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"bogarting the doobie?"
I need to brush up on my urban slang. For some reason I got some sneering looks when I yelled cowabunga the other day.
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