Sunday, November 11, 2007

Riddle me this

What do you get when you mix a nine-year-old with a cinnamon roll the size of her head for breakfast?

You got it.

As the other two stood around watching their poor sister regret her indulgence, I was looking like a genius - with all my limiting of portions and refined sugars. They lauded my name. It was beautiful.

Gross ... but beautiful.



(photo by luis solis - stock.xchng)

2 comments:

Amanda said...

awww...poor thing!

JCK said...

This is a little funny. Well, not for her.

I love your "this would be me" picture and profile. Very creative.

Thanks so much for popping over to my blog. I'm actually recounting my story from 2003, of how we ended up with kids 10 months apart. So, the birth mother letter saga is from 2003. But, I really appreciate you leaving a comment!