Dear Mouth,
Sometimes I wanna dress you in lipstick, take you out and show you off...Sometimes I want to stitch you together, then staple you, then wrap some sort of electrical tape around you and urge you to call my brain for assistance...
Yours sincerely,
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Was this one of those "omygoddidireallysaythat" moments?
ReplyDeleteI have these upon waking regularly.
Ha! I am in the latter camp at the moment - late pregnancy being my excuse - what will I use as my excuse in a few weeks time??? Always love your letters...
ReplyDeleteOh yes. I need the stapler/electrical tape combo as well.
ReplyDeleteIf only. They do seem to have a mind that functions independently of the brain...scary.
ReplyDeleteCow winding tape around here
Dear Letter Writing Girl,
ReplyDeleteHow cute that you still strive for that brain-mouth filtering mechanism! However, the staples and electrical tape are a lot of work--I've found it's much easier to simply wipe the lipstick off my shoe.
Love,
Linda
I just keep my foot in there on a pretty regular basis. Doesn't really help.
ReplyDeleteHuh. Wow. that last part...I can't figure out if you said something bad, or ate something bad.....or DID something bad.
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