Though we've only known eachother for 9 months, I will miss your glorious hot pink ribbons draped over my shoulder and the perfect size-ology of your pockets de interior.
I will miss your white-picketfence-esque exterior pockets of 2 for my coupon obsessions and planner-oh-so-blue.
Your outer side pockets that held my keys so faithfully, but still I felt the need to ask "but where are my keys?" and search all other 8 FIRST...EVERYTIME!
Silly pockets!
Oh your vinyl-lined interior was such perfection for me...because I AM Queen Spillsalot.
I loved that you were a DIAPER BAG but looked like such a big trendy purse. No one knew. Except a select few...and for that I thank you!
For that was one of my biggest hangups about becoming a mommy.
But alas, all good things must come to an end.
And because I lazed about, neglecting your bath to get that dreadful mysterious stain of grossness off of your white-picket-fence, you betray me.
I placed you near the shower because I was going to bathe you!
Right after my tasks....
and LOST...
and my bag o' popcorn...
and bag of Sweedish Fish...
and my naked run through the zoo...
NOT because I thought it was okay that you become a chia-pet for mold overnight!
You know what this means?
No, you obvsly don't.
This means I have to cut you up and use you for parts. (sigh!)
Yes, and the rest will be talking to the raccoons.
Goodbye ol' girl! You were good to me!
p.s. I don't run naked...
p.p.s. I don't run through zoos. You can get in to trouble
I will miss your white-picketfence-esque exterior pockets of 2 for my coupon obsessions and planner-oh-so-blue.
Your outer side pockets that held my keys so faithfully, but still I felt the need to ask "but where are my keys?" and search all other 8 FIRST...EVERYTIME!
Silly pockets!
Oh your vinyl-lined interior was such perfection for me...because I AM Queen Spillsalot.
I loved that you were a DIAPER BAG but looked like such a big trendy purse. No one knew. Except a select few...and for that I thank you!
For that was one of my biggest hangups about becoming a mommy.
But alas, all good things must come to an end.
And because I lazed about, neglecting your bath to get that dreadful mysterious stain of grossness off of your white-picket-fence, you betray me.
I placed you near the shower because I was going to bathe you!
Right after my tasks....
and LOST...
and my bag o' popcorn...
and bag of Sweedish Fish...
and my naked run through the zoo...
NOT because I thought it was okay that you become a chia-pet for mold overnight!
You know what this means?
No, you obvsly don't.
This means I have to cut you up and use you for parts. (sigh!)
Yes, and the rest will be talking to the raccoons.
Goodbye ol' girl! You were good to me!
p.s. I don't run naked...p.p.s. I don't run through zoos. You can get in to trouble
2 comments:
Nice try but I know you do run naked. Remember my stalking days?
Stinks BAD about the bag.
Queen spillsalot....still laughing :)
HAHA-you really do kill me! You should get that published-fabulous writing! :)
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