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This... party... sucks.: DUFFY
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Friday, February 28, 2014. I don’t claim to know much about child psychology, or any other aspect of parenting of that matter, but I do know invisible friends are pretty common. I’m less sure of the existence of invisible enemies, one of which you seem to have acquired a couple of months ago. His name is Duffy. Duffy kicked Ollie at recess. Duffy went to my work and kicked a police man. Duffy went to Ollie’s house and kicked a hole in it. Duffy went to my...
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This... party... sucks.: May 2014
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Wednesday, May 21, 2014. One of the things I like best about you is that you make everyone around you happy. It’s fascinating to me because it’s not a problem I have ever had. You are as beautiful and cute as you are vivacious and smart. Total strangers light up around you. In your gymnastic leotard. And your jelly shoes, which you sleep with. There’s a game we play sometimes when we are hanging out together like his. You say “What? There was a long pause.
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This... party... sucks.: Incident Report
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Tuesday, December 23, 2014. Roughly 24 hours after writing about how good Thomas had been about not biting in his new class, we get this. He got "redirected." Huh. He keeps it up and he's going to get "re-directed" right the hell out of day care. Long story short- your brother is terrible. Hope Santa doesn't find out about it. Brother would probably bite his ass too. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Gums Be Itchin'. Life on the Half Street.
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This... party... sucks.: Things you say
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Wednesday, April 30, 2014. In the past few months, the things that come out of your mouth have gone from basic wants, needs, and complaints to a grab bag of amazingly incisive comments mixed with horrifying reminders of what terrible parents you were burdened with. It’s gotten to the point where it is truly thrilling to me when you said “Daddy,….”. I said "Whoaa.". The pool water covered up the fact that I was crying laughing. But even better are the rand...
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This... party... sucks.: July 2014
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Friday, July 11, 2014. I know it’s not polite of speak ill of the dead, but let’s get this out of the way up front:. Emma was the worst. She had great wet, needy eyes, breath like a dead opossum smoothie, ratty hair that shed at the rate of 6 to 8 full grown hamsters a day, and a butt area expressly designed to collect and cultivate dingleberries. I once caught her eating a full baby diaper. She licked her gooch constantly. And if you ever find yourself s...
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This... party... sucks.: May 2015
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Friday, May 8, 2015. One of the more important aspects of your home life right now is that you are dealing with a serious troll infestation. Given the circumstances, I think you are handling it with amazing class and, yes, grace. Here it is in it's natural habitat. We’ve determined that his particular troll seems to be a forest troll, known for being generally more agreeable than cave trolls, but still quite disgusting. Daddy is less forgiving. I like big...
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This... party... sucks.: Games We Play
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Wednesday, May 21, 2014. One of the things I like best about you is that you make everyone around you happy. It’s fascinating to me because it’s not a problem I have ever had. You are as beautiful and cute as you are vivacious and smart. Total strangers light up around you. In your gymnastic leotard. And your jelly shoes, which you sleep with. There’s a game we play sometimes when we are hanging out together like his. You say “What? There was a long pause.
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This... party... sucks.: February 2014
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Friday, February 28, 2014. I don’t claim to know much about child psychology, or any other aspect of parenting of that matter, but I do know invisible friends are pretty common. I’m less sure of the existence of invisible enemies, one of which you seem to have acquired a couple of months ago. His name is Duffy. Duffy kicked Ollie at recess. Duffy went to my work and kicked a police man. Duffy went to Ollie’s house and kicked a hole in it. Duffy went to my...
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This... party... sucks.: December 2014
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Tuesday, December 23, 2014. Roughly 24 hours after writing about how good Thomas had been about not biting in his new class, we get this. He got "redirected." Huh. He keeps it up and he's going to get "re-directed" right the hell out of day care. Long story short- your brother is terrible. Hope Santa doesn't find out about it. Brother would probably bite his ass too. Friday, December 12, 2014. We need to talk about your brother. He’s a troll. Another got ...
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This... party... sucks.: Troll
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This party. sucks. The ramblings of a Me-Monster. Friday, December 12, 2014. We need to talk about your brother. He’s a troll. He’s a troll with limited verbal skills, an obsession with buses, and a very healthy digestive system that usually kicks in while you are in the tub together. Also, he’s a biter. Let’s address that first. I used to get all indignant and mentally threaten to shit-kick any little kid that bit Brother. And I know who it was- it was that little shit Tate. Like a potato with teeth.
