“So Mom, what animal do you want me to draw?” She asks.
“A platypus,” I reply, jokingly.
An hour later, I wander by and, behold:
How the hell does she even know what a Platypus is, let alone what it looks like? Is one of the Wonderpets a platypus? Hell, I don’t even really know what one looks like.
Ok. I have officially become one of THOSE PEOPLE.
You know, the chicks that carry their little dogs around in their little dog purses, and dress them up and stuff. The ones that kiss their ugly little dogs on the lips and talk to them in baby talk and hand feed them bits of dinner.
I mean, the UnHusband won’t actually let me dress the dog up, and I can’t afford a fucking dog purse, ( I won’t spend more than 20 bucks on a purse for ME, as we all know.)
But, I would do these things. I am not even kidding. I want to carry this damn dog around and put sweaters on him and stuff. He is my baby. I can’t not snuggle him constantly.
Have I mentioned that I don’t even like chihuahuas? But I love him to death.
Sigh. I think I need another kid. Or counseling.
Yay! It came! It came! Thank youuuuuu! It came with Wii sports too! The kid has already flung several bowling balls at my virtual self, and the man has beaten me to death via boxing. Woohooo! Did I mention thank you??
For the record…Um. It says my Wii Age is Forty-Nine! And, that I fail at walking:
Also, It made my little Wii person a fattie. I guess I really need this!