I wonder why the Trix rabbit just doesn't just go and buy some cereal and eat it at his leisure. I mean he goes to such extraordinary lengths and expense to dress up in elaborate costumes and conjure up eye pleasing visual effects and realistic props, only to be discovered and scolded by children. If he would focus his efforts and simplify his strategy, I bet he could be eating the fruity goodness that is Trix right now. And that would make me happy.
There is a new bubble product out for children. It is called "Optrix 3D bubbles".
Aren't bubbles ALREADY 3D?
Why do we fall for it when our children PROMISE they will be the ones taking care of the new puppy? And is the big red "STUPID" stamp on my forehead pretty??
When I go to the "Dollar General", I want to think that everything in the store is generally a dollar. But it's not and that makes me sad.
Letters to random idiots:
Dear lady in the parking lot with your gangsta friends: I was walking in with three young kids in tow when you decided to start your rant on life and barrage us with "F" bombs. My kids HAVE heard the "F" word before and know that it is not proper for them to say it. However when it is shot around like an AK47 on steroids, it begs to reason: what's the point??? It adds no drama then! And when you looked straight at me and saw the look on my face, were you not intelligent enough to take the hint and lay off for 3 seconds while we enter the store? Apparently not. And yes that is why I let the older girls take the younger one in so I could step out and alert you to your ignorance "politely". You are the reason my son asked where his "F'N" stuffed animal was before bed last night and I had to punish him and put him to bed feeling awful.
Dear person who walked right in front of me in line: I am a patient gal. I really am. But I have things to do as well, and when you decide to cut in front of me, you hi-jack some of my time. I don't appreciate having my time hi-jacked like that, but my head was throbbing so I let you live.
Dear KFC: I don't know what your problem is but counting to "8" is really NOT that difficult! When I order an "8" piece grilled chicken, I expect to have "8" pieces when I get home! And treating me like I am unreasonable for that, just makes you look more ignorant. So when I count it in front of you and you mumble something under your breath , realize who the TRUE idiot is here.....because....I just handed you BACK the box that only had "6" pieces in it..perhaps a few training videos with "The Count" from Sesame Street would help............
Dear Homeowners Association: My grass is long. I cut it. It may not sound like a lot to you but paying $30.00 to cut my grass is a lot of money to me. I had the palm fronds stacked neatly to the side by the garage. It would have been another $20.00 to have them taken to the dump. I needed to wait. Now you cited me for that. In the meantime, I can not go out of my house at night without feeling like a duck in a carnival game. I can not let my kids outside without feeling concerned for their safety. Groups of teens cut through my yard in the middle of the night screaming profanities and stealing everything that is not tied down. Please let me and my neighbors' grass grow beyond ankle height and focus on cleaning up the crime and violence here instead. You will NEVER gain the respect of prospective home buyers if we don't clean up the crime. Our values will continue to plummet and owners will continue to leave, rent out their homes to questionable people and the cycle will never end.
I just want a hug