Tonight at dinner FringeMan told my son, and I QUOTE, “You know, mannequins are nearly the perfect women. They don’t speak.”
FringeMan will be sorry he made that statement.
Lately I seem to be getting too many family complaints.
My mum left a snarky comment about the picture I posted of her yesterday. Sheesh! I posted a bad one of myself too. And I could have added a caption to her photo, but I refrained.
So today, without further ado, I present to you the Hollywood version of the FringeMom.
Or else she’ll be mighty mad at me for posting this picture.
Ok, so enough picking on my mum. It’s not even her birthday and she’s getting all the attention.
You’re a lucky woman mum.
Please don’t hurt me the next time you come to visit.
I love you.
In real news…
I have managed to lose a library book CD set. I can’t find it anywhere! I’m in so much trouble.
Certainly I returned it, but they said no. It’s a case of FringeGirl vs. The Public Library.
I’m certain I will lose.
Now I’m stuck in this cycle of just renewing it every time it comes due. Eventually they’re gonna catch on and you’ll see my mug on America’s Most Wanted.
For my mum’s sake, I hope it’s a bad photo of myself.
See mum, vengeance is mine saith the Lord and the library.
I think I’ll just go into the library tomorrow and fess up to my mortal blunder. How much can a book on CD cost anyway?
I just wish I could find it somewhere. There’s no place in my house for it to hide. That’s what befuddles me.
If only I didn’t have a record with New York State libraries...