This struck me as an unofficial Bitches anthem: "Bored Can't Cope Want Out"
The Bitches' country anthem was almost,
If I Said You Had a Beautiful Body, Would You Hold It Against Me?
It was neck and neck with,
If Loving You Is Wrong, I Don't Wanna Be Right,
although the NGA Bitches lobbied hard for
Sleeping Single in a Double Bed.
The Bitches who were in weddings this year suggested,
She Got The Ring, I Got The Finger.
In the end, noting how many of us had become parents over the last couple of years, we settled on
You're Ruining My Bad Reputation,
and dedicated it to our sprog.
oh Deena ... I'm tempted to call him adorable, but he'd be upset.
I figure I can get away with it due to my ElderGoth status.
However, if I were 16 or so my heart would be going pitter-patter.
Yep.
Dude. Nobody mentioned "You're The Reason The Kids Are Ugly"
He loves being called adorable. Loves the attention. Of course, he doesn't quite get that it means we want to pinch his cheeks.
He's so happy being back home...except last night I mentioned helping out and/or paying rent until he goes to school and he panicked. Poor baby. He just wants to have work on his Art.
my heart would be going pitter-patter.
Now I can't recall how old Nick is. Because he is just the prettiest thing... And in eyeliner.
Of course, he doesn't quite get that it means we want to pinch his cheeks.
Cause it doesn't.
Just scored another interview. It's with a small nonprofit looking for a half-time event coordinator for a 6-month contract position starting in October. Pay isn't huge, but a lot of the work could be done from home or on flexible hours, lessening or even negating the need for daycare.
And even if this isn't my Wonderful Ideal Dream Job, it sure feels good to get another interview, because it means the first one wasn't pure coincidence and I haven't utterly lost my mojo.
Dude. Nobody mentioned "You're The Reason The Kids Are Ugly"
That's because our babies are so pretty. There's not a clunker in the bunch. / It's Hard to be Humble, When You're Perfect In Every Way
Of course, he doesn't quite get that it means we want to pinch his cheeks.
Well, I want to have him around as an attractive gothboy accessory, but that's *almost* the same thing.
Poor baby. He just wants to have work on his Art.
I probably shouldn't be snickering quite so hard at that, but oh well.
