Unwinding after a particularly nasty afternoon of soccer momming. The kids on the other team playing Carter's team were absolute HOLES. Kristy and Steve are visiting for Hubby's birthday and I think I embarrassed them with my angry mom-shouting. Barbara P was in on it too. Why do people have to teach their kids to be absolute HOLES?
Perhaps this Voodoo doughnut will assuage my guilt... the Old Dirty Bastige* is always good for what ails me.
Later: this song always makes me have the happy warmies.
*Someone on Facebook admonished me with her hope that it was a G-rated doughnut. As if.