I’m such a fake

I’m such a fake…
A fake grown up, that is. I just came inside after spending a good five minutes next to my washing machine giggling. Why, you ask? Could it be the bitter woman inside me who thinks my precious oldest son (who is really just a baby) should not be going to the movies this afternoon with a girl-who-is-a-friend? Could it be that the bitter woman inside me just watched her precious oldest son eat four, count-em four, bean burritos? Yep. We leave in 30 minutes. If I thought he wouldn’t recognize my laugh in the dark theater, I’d so sneak in to hear the fun later. Poor girl-who-is-a-friend. Posted on Friday, June 29, 2007, 03:15 PM (UTC -4)

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