And it's all my fault.
Yesterday I brought home a movie from the library for Rosey - some Barbie thing. I figured it would be a good thing if it rains all this weekend.
And here we are, my life minus an hour I'll never get back.
Barbie and her band sing, people. They have hit records. They have big hair. They are bling incarnate.
And now that they're done with their 'World Tour Promoting Peace', there's only one place left for Barbie and her
outer space. Yes, Barbie and
I think I need to be one of those moms drinking the 'fortified' coffee in the morning.
Okay, I just zoned out for awhile, and now Barbie seems to be caught in a time warp. A time warp - taking her back to the Fifties? whimper. My brain huuuurts. Oh, thank God, Rosey is tiring of the relentless go-go. Good girl. Yes, there might be hope for you yet.....
Nooooooooo, not Max and Ruby! Augh! My brain is meeelttting.....
Where's my coffee?