Is it us? Is it the plethora of art in our house depicting gods and goddesses and half naked people? Is it Ramona- the bunny... in all her chewy glory? I mean, it's probably the stacks of unfolded laundry and papers and wrappers and dust that just seems to blend into the woodwork to us- but most likely sticks out like a sore thumb to visitors.
What IS IT that makes our babysitters drop like flies around here?
Another one, two weeks in- just let me know on Monday that she's going to leave us... again... in two weeks... again... two... no... FUCK!@$%&*
And can I just say- will SOMEONE please just ELECT the new Mrs. President already? So that workin' folks like my husband and I can start benefitting by her new plan for working families and we won't have to choose between getting by with a half gallon of milk and no fresh fruit, over paying an affordable amount for quality childcare? Come ON!