Key Issues

Emergency!

"Mom! American Idol comes on in fifteen minutes, and he [foster brother] is still in the tub! I've got to use your shower, or I won't be finished before it starts!"

How could I say no to that? And if she didn't take an eight minute shower (shortest evah!), and then bring her modest ass out to the living room in a towel so that she wouldn't miss a sec. Girlfriend is addicted. Just like her sistah-in-blog.

I mentioned this addiction of my daughter's to Queenie as we caught up on our relatin' today, and she didn't let me down. She had a message for my Priss: "Oh! Oh! Ask her who she thinks is gonna get kicked off!"

I obliged. Miss Priss had the answer. "Oh! Oh! Mikahla!"

I relayed to Queenie, and I was rewarded with evil excited laughter.

I think my girls bonded today. I floweth over with maternal pride.

(As a footnote, if you read the last post, and you find yourself wondering why I would subject my daughter to water contaminated with a mysterious sudsy substance... no worries. This is one day that I am grateful for my county res and county water!)