Dear Youth Counselor;
I do apologize. Profusely. I know it was—umm—odd for you to walk in and find me saying, "Dear Thanta, I want a horth for Chrithmath," to Wednesday as she cried with laughter outside your office yesterday. Thometimeth when I'm nervouth I mock Thindy Brady. I don't know why, I jutht do.
I'm thorry. I know it wath a theriouth thituation. I AM taking theriouthly.
No, really! I thwear!
I hope we can put thith behind uth. Thankth.
Thintherely,
Wednethday'th Mom
© Coracabana
5 comments:
Thorry, what wath that?
'But you haavveee heard of me.'
I wanted to thay thomething hilariouth but I got nothing. Thilly girl.
You're theriouthly hilariouth!
My wv is: bionce...she's gonna be pissed that they spelled her name wrong.
It seems as though my blogging hiatus (hiatuth?) and subsequent Facebook-only-ness has left me verklempt of any commenting abilities other than "Like." Must get back in the game. :)
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