And Then I Crawled Under A Rock and Buried My Head
Last week I'm at the new ghetto Staples (labeled as such due to it being a new building yet still in the ghetto where we used to live) buying some school supplies (9¢ filler paper-um, hello!) and I've just got K with me (M was at dance camp, B at home). We're cruising through the store quickly b/c at this point I've got tons more errands to run.
I scurry into the check-out line with my paper, getting in front of a group of mature adults squawking like wet hens at each other. Something about their mother's brother's auntie's son being in 8th grade now...whatever, I totally didn't care.
I'm digging 50¢ out of my change purse when all of a sudden I hear K beside me yell:
"Hey, you! Stop talking!"
Oh, no she didn't!
O.M.G. Oh, yes she did!
I'm all like "K, that's not nice!" when the lady behind me says:
"I'm sorry, was I offending you? Am I talking too loud?" She's laughing as she says this BTW.
So what does K do? She answers her:
"Um, yes!"
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This is what I have to deal with when she's not doing behaving like this.





































