Thursday, August 14
P.S. I'm Sorry. Don't Be Mad. You're Pretty?
When I say I love you I mean I really really really love you more than chocolate and salsa and Frank Sinatra, but mommy needs some dairy in her life, so please forgive me but the next time I'm at the grocery--even though I told you to always listen to yours--I'm going to ignore my inner voice that is screaming and trying to convince me I am the worst mother in the world for even considering buying half and half for my coffee and I'm just going to put the tiny carton in my cart and walk away from my reflection in the glass, before I see horns sprouting out of my head.
Please understand. After 11 months, me no likey soy creamer.