Why is it that when the girls get together there’s always chocolate involved? What is it about women and chocolate that makes them a lethal combination. I swear to you, if my husband gets between me and my chocolate all hell will break loose. He knows that nothing chocolate will last in our house.
Maybe because of my strong penchant for chocolate, I am oddly drawn to these little girls.
Dammit, now I want chocolate. *hunting through cupboard*
Is it just me, or does this sweet chocolate covered face look more like a sh*t eatin’ grin?
Her eyelashes look like one is giving me a Peace Sign while the other is giving me the Rock n’ Roll Devil Horns!
I say rock on sista! Now gimme some of your damn chocolate!
Mother’s Day is around the corner people. It’s the day the calendar says you’re supposed to show how grateful you are that some lady sprang you from her loins after waddling around for nine months with shooting pains, nausea, vomiting, cramps and pee stained pants.
Not that I’m bitter or anything because that was AWESOME. I freakin’ LOVE the smell of pee.
For Mother’s Day why don’t you show your gratitude with a trinket box that she can store all her maccaroni jewelry in?
Note to kids: Moms don’t like fake cupcakes. Bring the real deal or no birthday presents, ya hear?
And hold the little troll with the flower, just icing and lots of it; maybe slip some Xanax in it for good measure.
Oh, and forget the ‘sugar and spice’ B.S. because we all know you’re just trying to get brownie points to stay up past your bed time.