First, put a bouncy house in your entry way just to make it immediately clear what sort of establishment you're running:
Then, let your youngest eat a giant chocolate chip cookie for dinner:
And then stock the fridge with a Costco-sized container of fake, processed "cheese" that legally shouldn't be allowed to be called cheese at all:
And then realize it's all going to be OK because of the "Happy Pills" someone left in your medicine cabinet for your birthday:
Whoever you are, my anonymous pill-leaving friend, thanks. They're working out wonderfully.
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