Way to turn yourself into a creepy painting where no matter where I move it feels like it is staring at me.
Yeaaaaah…because fear of burning my hands is why I’m not going to touch them!
I can’t figure out why the kids aren’t lined up to sit in stranger-danger Santa’s lap in the middle of Walmart. At this point you gotta take what you can get kiddos, only 13 days left.
But I don’t see your kids…..Ahhhhhhh, because you’re a bad mom. Okay. Okay. I see what you did there, can’t say I’m a fan of it, but at least you set the bar low for everyone’s expectations of you. One of those “can’t say I didn’t warn you” type of things. I getcha.