Holland Tunnel

Hi Bloggy!  I have some sad news.   We might break up for the summer.  I don't know. I just want to be free, and I really never knew whether this was going to be a long lasting thing or not. How do you feel, Bloggy?  Oh Jesus, don't cry... Okay Okay Okay.  I'll think of something

 *(cheat)*

Okay so we all silent stalk on the old Internet but I just want to give a congratulations to one Andrea Greenwich who got married this past weekend. Andrea and I did our masters degree together at W&M, and she is a very nice person and if I remember correctly, quite an artist.  Yay!

My hands smell like onions. Eiw.

Okay so it is hard being a NYC transplant.  Especially cause I live in a little town that ain't got a whole lot of nuthin' going on.  I mean, it is hard being a "caged breeder" as well.  I am used to walking up and down the streets and having fourteen ambulances blaring on my left side while three card monte gets played on my right side, the whole time I have my hand on my underpants to make sure my keys stay with me.  Also, Mama has a lot of energy.  Could you tell?

I do worry a little about the kids because every time I drive through the Holland Tunnel I turn from Awesome Beautiful Mom to Potty Mouth Rotating Head on Torso Crazy Mom. The transition is swift, concise and consistent. Tra la la everyone is listening to the Sound of Music

Doe. A deer. A female deer. Ray, a drop ofgoldenBEEEEEEEEEEEEP


ARE YOU EFFIN KIDDING ME YOU M-FER

 MY F-NG GRANDMOTHER DRIVES BETTER THAN YOU.

And the poor kiddos are frozen in their deer poses.  And I am like, everyone okay back there?  And they are like Um, yeah, what just happened.


Oh nothing, Mama just had a little episode.


:)