Honey, sweetie, babe, wonderful husband, I know there were at least 6-7 revolutions of TP around the toilet paper roll left last night before I went to bed. I made sure. It was calculated planning on my part. So this morning when I went to the little girls room, I was expecting at least a little TP left. None. Zero. Zilch. Nada. I had to do the shakey shakey drip dry dance over the toilet. Gah. Yes, I know it is my fault that there is no TP left in the house, but I tried to plan it out.
Grumble, Kat
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Dear Kids,
All unattended chocolate is fair game. Just sayin'.
Love, Mom
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Dear Up Close Talker Lady,
Here is a quick and handy guide to Kat lexicon. If I say "maybe" it most likely means no. If I say "I know", it means "I know, but I probably won't do anything about it". Ask my Gran; she'll inform you of the full verbiage I use to avoid confrontation.
I Don't Want to Come to Your Pampered Chef Party,
Kat
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Dear Lady With the Barbie Pink Car,
My kids love your car and covet it. Hell, I covet it a bit. It is the purple skull and crossbones on the gas tank that got me.
Where did you get your paint job,
Kat
PS- I tried in vain to covertly get a picture of your car in the Sainsbury's parking lot. Next time could you park on the drivers side?
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Dear Hay Fever,
Go away. You are not welcome here.
Bah!,
Kat
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TTFN, Kat
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