Thursday, December 10, 2009

Get a Real Job, Mom

"Why are we going heeeere againnnnn!?!?!?" Number 3 moaned from the
backseat as I pulled up to the drive-through window at the bank today.

"Why do they always give you money? You need to get a job! You
should go to work with Daddy," he added just as the bank teller turned
on the microphone/ speaker.

Another day, another story,
Em

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