Saturday, May 25, 2013

Bleeting Sheep

My darling daughter woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.  It was on the wrong side of the tracks in a bad part of town kind of bad.  While I was finishing my hair, she was screaming MOOOOMMM MOOOOOOMMM from the family room because she wanted me to get her breakfast.  I screamed back WHHHHAAAATTTTTT several times, indicated I was finishing my hair and would be with her momentarily and continued what I was doing.  Then it hit me.  We sounded like bleeting sheep.  Baaaa


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