June 13, 2008I'm having one of those weeks where I just want to ball myself up in Mrs. Butterworth's lap and let her twirl my hair into teeny-tiny knots. She would tell me stories about farm animals and muffins and syrup-making, and I would tell her all about my estimated quarterly tax payment that's due on Monday. I'd ramble on about the contractor who installed the wrong carpet in Jared's office, the woman who forgot to cut me a paycheck before her week-long vacation to Cape Cod, and my leaky front window. Then, when I had exhausted my list of concerns, she'd pull an unopened bag of mini-marshmallows out from under her apron and feed them to me one by one by one.
Yes, it's true. I fantasize about cuddling with Mrs. Butterworth.
And Big Bird.
And Bill Cosby.
And Dr. Oz from the Oprah Show.
Cut me a break you guys, it's been a really long week.
9 comments:
Sorry you're having a crappy week! I'm sure that Mrs. Butterworth would be warm and comforting.
If you're having bad luck, her glass bottle may shatter and cut you all up! Stay away from her unless she is in plastic!
I hope your week gets better! I hate those kind of weeks.
Hope it gets better soon! But until then, drowning your sorrows in syrup sounds good to me!
sorry mama! (((((hugs))))) hang in there. just don't open the bottle and down it!!!
once, when rob had a few too many, he made me direct all conversation to him through mrs. butterworth.
Mmmmm syrup... I can eat (drink?) that sh* straight from the bottle!
I love the post. I hope you're doing better and the stress dissolves like pancakes in syrup.
Here's to your craptastic week! {Clinking our glasses together full of mrs. butterworth!}
I want to cuddle Dr Oz too. And have him whisper sweet nothings in my ear about how to loose weight and get perky boobs!
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