Just so you don’t think I’ve lost my mind. I was trying to win a veto by posting an entire blog post in Valley Girl speak. I got home too late and lost so I’m up for eviction. If you can spare two seconds please go and vote for someone besides me over at momdot.

To summarize the gibberish below, went we shopping, Georgie called a box of diapers a box of butts, she said her version of funky in front of some horrid woman, some jerk cut me off, I called him names, Georgie repeated them we got french fries and came home.

Gag me with a spoon! Like today’s trip to the grocery store was like way totally grotesque. My daughter was being like so bogus and my son was like totally tubular. A box of diapers is now called a box butts and a some old woman like just about had a cow when she said funky (how would a toddler say funky, think about it). I thought it was way cool that she made this grotesque woman like totally freak way out. It was like so classic.

I was like totally barfed out by my coffee from Starbucks but this was made up by the like way gnarly guy behind the counter being like totally rad. Will I go back to that Starbucks; like fer sure!! We made a quick trip by Macca’s and the kids like thought that was totally gnarlly.

A like total hoser cut me off on the way home (insert long line of four letter words) and my like totally rad daughter repeated like half of them. Like gag me with a spoon, how will I explain that to the grandparents. The like totally awesome kiddos are now eating some like totally awesome french fries and not buggin way out because I’m like typing blog posts when I should be putting them down for their nap.

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