Friday, April 17, 2009

digging for gold

Dear Man in the Post Office,

While I am sure you believed yourself to be quite funny when you asked my son "Ya diggin for gold?" with his finger jammed up his nose...please note that now my son has his finger consistently in his nose and is now convinced, thanks to you, that there is gold somewhere in his nose...and if he just picks more of the boogers out of the way he will get to it.

Thank you so much and have a crappy day.

Bryson's Mommy

1 comment:

the BLAH BLAH BLAHger said...

Ugh, my mom used to say that all the always disturbed me!