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Right page, same page. No page. Or no and then!

You people!

Who are they? Them? They say? What makes them right?

They aren't right. They left.

I have this same rant.....except the person responsible IS 4 and she's quite afraid of the very real toilet monster and since she's so damn cute, I'm sure he would swallow her whole. Sometimes I like to nibble on her cheeks (facial, although her butt cheeks are the sweetest damn things you ever did see), she's so flipping precious. Chloe is a dollbaby. I think I'll go kiss her sweaty forehead right now.

You know who I don't appreciate? People who don't take care of their kids. Come on, people. WASH your children. Clean their Kool-Aid stained faces, and brush their rotten ass teeth. Wash their dogcrap smeared clothing (oh, that's NOT dogcrap? Um, suuuure smells like it!!!!!!). Buy them new shoes. And while you're at it, run a comb through their hair once a month or so. God, I hope to never go to a McDonald's ever again....I just ran in to use the bathroom today. Never again. Barf. I hate people.

But oh my GOD, do I love my children. They are gorgeous....they just are....and good and kindhearted and gorgeous and bathed regularly and loved and cuddled and clean and good. Maybe I'll go kiss them all.

This probably makes me more sad than angry.

Okay, a good mixture of both, actually.

You're a great mom, Claire.

Didja ever see a friend of yours do something not-so-nice, right in front of you, in public?

The kind of thing that had you seen a stranger do it, you'd want to scream "YOU PEOPLE!" in their face?

I hate when that happens. What's even worse is when you do something and a friend looks at YOU as if you are one of those people. Sometimes my driving habits are less than perfect, and I always feel bad when friends have to witness it.