Open Letter To People Driving By My House At 8:00am,
January 23, 2006
I know you are probably wondering what all those children are doing outside so early in the morning during a blizzard, coats and boots on over their pajamas.
I am sure that a few of the children were whining and making their sad pitiful faces at you as you drove by, hoping against hope that some nice family would pick them up, bring them home and save them from their pitiful, tortured life. Oh, and give them hot chocolate with whipped cream and mini marshmallows.
Unfortunately this is what happens when you decide to take the snow shovel off of the front porch, play with it in the yard, and LEAVE IT THERE the day before a blizzard hits and effectively covers the shovel, leaving nary a clue of it’s whereabouts.
Don’t worry, I am sure this will just be a one time occurrence. Natural consequences… much more effective than any form of punishment.
The Mean Mean Mean Mother
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