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
Lori
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