Letters

[la_rainette]

Dear Tadpole,

The title is Hakuna Matata, not comma pinata, and there actually is a song called Over the Rainbow, and trust me, it's not the song that you are asking for, which is actually called The Window (Yes, darthrami, THAT window. By Trout Fishing in America.)

And no. I know you like a little bit of change to spice up your life, but going to the men's washroom instead of the women's just because you want to see what it looks like is not authorized, sorry.

Love,
Your mum.


Dear Husband,

DON'T LAUGH. I remembered that I had gone grocery shopping with the rental car. I remembered which lane I had parked the bloody car in. I even remembered the make and colour of the car. IT'S NOT MY BLOODY FAULT IF A MEDIUM-SIZED GREY SEDAN LOOKS LIKE A ZILLION OTHER MEDIUM-SIZED GREY SEDANS.

I am improving, see? Hopefully one day I will get it right and stop trying to open random car doors in parking lots.

Yours forgetfully.
your wife.


Dear Honda,

Please to be making cars with a Bloody Obvious mechanism to open the trunk. This here car doesn't quite fit in that category. Try again.

rainette


Dear Froglet,

You're now officially on Summer Holiday. Yay? Please do not sulk. You will go back to school soon enough, trust me.

Love,
your mum.

ETA: PS: Also: next time you want to stomp your foot in rage? STAY AWAY FROM THE GROCERIES! You might hit the eggs again. yuck

Comments

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

*stiffles giggle*

*giggles more*

*hugs you all*

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*clings*

SHE JUST STEPPED ON THE EEEEEEEEEGGS! *sobs*

*runs off to get rid of the mess*

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

ewwwwwwwwwwww! *helps you clean up. with her MIND*

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*wishes she could clean with her mind, too*

[maple-clef.livejournal.com]

I want you to know that your posts always cheer me up :D

I've always thought that rental cars should be in obnoxious colours, with silly patterns, for easy identification by their temporary owners. And the amusement of the general public. In London, there's an estate agent (Foxtons) whose company cars are british-racing-green minis with daft, garish patterns on them, so something like that. But less mini *g*

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*laughs* OMG, I wouldn't mind having a mini if it STOOD OUT like that (though I actually do NEED a larger car)! And I have to say, people in rental agencies have VERY SLOW SYNAPSES. This one looked at Tadpole and TALKED TO HER and generally showed every sign that he had indeed realized that this here child was one of my usual appendages, before offering me a two-door compact car *headthunk*

[notions.livejournal.com]

ehehehe. aww *hugs*

*sends something with which to clean eggs?* yuckk.

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

SO MUCH EWWWWWW ALLY! SO MUCH! *sobs*

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*g* I get to figure out what pizza pizza means, in Abba context: these days, it can either "super trooper", or "Money Money", or "Chiquitita", or "Mamma Mia"... ;)

[seshat1.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Did Tadpole really go into the men's? Hehe! =D

And poor you for losing your car - I never remember where I parked, so I completely sympathise! Though at least I can recognise my car, because there's not that many of them. Poor you! *hugs*

Also, get Husband to clear up the eggs, hee! *g*

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*laughs* No, I was going with her and told her she couldn't. She was disappointed, cos see, she'd been in the other one before and longed for a change. :D

Our car is back, hurrah! No more rental! Our car is easily recognizable cos it's BIG (Northern American Family-sized van. Big.)

[muffytaj.livejournal.com]

It's not like the men's batheroom is very interesting, anyway. They always smell so gross *wrinkles nose*

[la-rainette.livejournal.com]

*laughs* honestly, I wouldn't know. I should ask my friend The Judge (Tadpole's godmother) what she thinks, cos she's got a history of going to the men's when the line up for the ladies' is too long...

[muffytaj.livejournal.com]

My reasons are more chasing my little brother out of them, but The Judge has sound ideas. Why are there ALWAYS lines in the ladies, and never the men's? Whyyyy?