I am having a BIG party Friday. Wanna come? No, I'm serious...I would invite my family but they would just ignore me like they did when I sent them all invitations to Thanksgiving.
And I asked them two months ago...and since this is such short notice, no sense in asking..Driving 16 hours for my baby's birthday is NO reason to come here...
My hubs family is the worst...
But since everyone and I mean EVERYONE I sent an email about Thanksgiving too ignored me, I say heck with them all...
Not even a
I'm working at the homeless shelter sorry..
I'm going to see Ma-maw at the nursing home..
i don't fucking wanna come..
So why bother inviting them to my babies 5th birthday party.
That's right folks, my BABY will be 5 years of age this coming Friday..
So if u wanna come...your more then welcome...
Just don't plan on me waiting on you, being polite, or even caring that your here..
Thats how I roll...
Look at my baby...
See, look at her....if this was your niece, or your grandkid, you would wanna come see this wouldn't u?
Sure, its a 16 hour drive, but its a 3 day weekend for Gods sake....take some time off 4 the family..
Thats what Jesus would do..
Look, how could u turn this down?
She went from a cute chubby baby, to a 5 year old girl who wants to be a rockstar..
just like her momma.
She wants to marry every Jonas Brother, plus Zac Efon. She has big plans.
She has posters of boys all over her bedroom walls. She always has to look nice. She will dress herself then asks me if I think she is pretty.
yes baby, your pretty, even if your clothes don't match, your face has jelly on it, and your underwear are showing..
This is her now..
See her mirror? She is always looking in a mirror. Wanna know why?
So she can see what she looks like, thats why...
Yes, yes, that is a High School Musical blanket she has on her bed.
She is all hard core that way...
My little girl is the kinda gal that would give you her last chicken nugget..
Well, no, no she wouldn't....
But she would give u a bite...a small one..
She loves her kitty. She loves the color pink, and she loves boys.
When her and I are driving in the car she always asks me to turn on a Def Leppard cd, and she always says..
can we wisten to it woud momma..
she has trouble with her L's...get off her damn back before I drop kick you.
This is the last kid that will live in the confines of my uterine walls for 9 months.
And damn it, I'm having a big party.
We are going to cookout on the grill, have some Mikes Hard Lemonade, have a bonfire and roast some marshmallows.
Since she is only 5, she is not allowed to drink a whole bottle of Mikes...maybe next year..
Guess I better break out the Country Time lemonade..
So if u wanna come on by....I'll see ya here...
I will even let me use my shitter while you're here..
Dont steal anything...
and I might even let u touch my guitar..
On second thought, I am not a big fan of people, entertaining, or just being happy in general..
Maybe next year...