Oh, fellow Dillon's shopper, you make me laugh. Thank you for informing me that because my baby girl is wide awake and staring at you, she will have a 3.8 GPA or higher in college.
Oh, bank teller service, you make me apologize. Why don't you put the "Do Not Enter" signs where someone can see them before they turn into you driveway?
Oh, Huggies diapers, you make me frustrated. Why you decided not to capture ANY of what Olivia attempted to put in you, I will never know.
Oh small freezer, you make me long for a larger one. After emptying you in an effort to reorganize you, I realized that the Huggies had indeed failed my baby and had to abandon you and everything on the counter to clean up the poop-covered child.
Oh, Olivia, you make me smile. The fact that you can pull the fish faucet cover off of the bathtub faucet kind of defeats the purpose.
Oh, Bank of America, you make me thankful. I am so glad I don't have any accounts but a credit card with you, and we will see how long that lasts.
Oh, Toy Story Band-Aid, you make me better. My toe is healing just because you're near...I just know it.
And that is how my afternoon has gone. :D
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