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Friday, September 23, 2011

Things They Can't Say: The Mommy Therapy

Leslie, from The Mommy Therapy, has three kids 5 and under. She's honest, sarcastic, and hilarious. I'm thrilled she was willing to share a recipe-ish here: and you get to see what on earth that is-trust me, you'll love it. Please welcome her as this week's featured guest.
We have a serious problem on my cul-de-sac.

It's scary. I'm not sure how this is going to go down, but there will be tears and there will shame.

Most likely from me making a total ass of myself, but that's not important.

Teenagers have moved in at the end of my street and what used to be one teen that could be weakened with a glare and a fist shake has turned in to six, yes six, driving teens and all their punk friends.

Fine, I don't know that they are all punks but chances are good that I'm right.

I remember being a teenager like it was yesterday. I was 17, driving my Honda Prelude around town with my girlfriends, sipping soda pop, driving slowly through residential areas and always lowering the volume on my Cypress Hill when I drove by small humans. I always gave my boyfriend an enthusiastic handshake and a non-chest touching hug before heading inside my house, never past 10.

I think I skipped rope a lot too.

I'm reasonably confident this is an accurate memory.

Recently these kids, it's important to add the "these" so they sound more guilty, are speeding up and down the cul-de-sac at all hours of the day and night. They are making out in their parked car close to midnight when they should be inside making friendship bracelets to show the opposite sex how much they care. Then the other day one of them threw a half-empty, or half-full if you are feeling positive about this situation, Sonic milkshake cup out of the window of their car right in front of me.

I am 5'4 and 120 pounds of fierce rage; they must be some bold ass kids.

I even gave them the traditional "What the hell?" gesture of raising my arms with upturned palms into a V, I'm sure you know exactly what I mean. They didn't even turn to show me that they were scared, much less stop and pick up their trash while begging for forgiveness like they should have.

What is a suburban Mom of three to do?

There are nine kids under the age of 10 on this cul-de-sac. Since I'm on the corner, I feel a strong sense of responsibility to protect my street. If you aren't familiar with the corner house's level of responsibility you need to read up on your neighborhood's HOA rules, I'm sure it's in there....or I might have made it up, I can't be sure.

Either way, action must be taken!

I decided I must try to connect with someone that these kids could relate to in their irresponsibly youthful state. So, I felt like my only option was to write a recipe-ish for Mac & Cheese for Ke$ha and ask her advice.

Clearly there was no other way.

If you've never read a recipe-ish, you might be wondering if maybe I'm insane, or a recreational drug user, but you are wrong. I'm just doing what the little voices inside my head are telling me to do.

I write to a different person every week, giving them a recipe...sort-of. Here are some of my previous recipe-ish posts. Here or here or here.

Let's just get this party started. I think that's what Ke$ha would say.

Dear Kesha,

I hope you'll forgive me for leaving off the '$' in your name and going with the more traditional 's'. I tried to keep typing it, but it's annoying. Or ridiculous. Or annoying.

Seriously, what is going on there?

I really connect to your music though. Some other very enthusiastic Moms and I danced the night away at a wedding recently to your "We R Who We R" song and that "Tik Tock" hit.

(Sidenote: I know you earned your GED, but your spelling concerns me for the validity of that program. Would it be so difficult to spell the word 'tick' correctly? I can only assume you texted the title of these songs to someone and there was a miscommunication about shorthand versus actual spelling of the title. LOL.)

I'm sure some women in their late 30s jamming to your songs were exactly what you were imagining when you wrote about brushing your teeth with a bottle of Jack or boys trying to touch your junk. Motherhood is rough; you obviously were trying to reach out to us. It worked! These situations are our lives.

I felt like you were holding a mirror up to me when you wrote about wearing hot pants, eye glitter, and stockings ripped all up the sides. That screams carpool line and poopy diapers.

Fine, perhaps these topics are slightly outside my current life, and at times I find you mildly offensive, but you do make some great dance music. I also think you could do a bang up job with my current problem.

("Bang up" means good. Do people your age use that phrase? Do people my age use that phrase?)

You must really resonate with the teens these days. I read that you didn't really fit in during high school because you wore purple velvet pants and stuff like that, it must be nice to now be a role model for young women, encouraging the masses to wear hot pants and ripped stockings. You've come far. Congratulations.

Would you like a chance to reconnect with some teens in my hood?

I'm sure you are a little idea factory with all your creative spelling and allegedly ad lib rapping about getting drunk and other equally intellectual topics, so I thought you might think of a way to help school the teens on my street.

While you are thinking, I've come up with a few options of my ideas of how you could help to really transform these teens’ thoughts on their behavior.

In exchange for your assistance I've written you a delicious, though pretty ambiguous, recipe for Mac & Cheese that I make for my kids. I figured you might like it since you were born in the late 80s....which really has nothing to do with anything other than the fact that it makes me feel old.

Here are my ideas.

  • You pen a slammin' hit (I assume this is appropriate usage of the adjective "slammin'") about driving safety in neighborhoods and/or how much it would cramp a teens style to oh...say, run over a kid.
  • You lend me some of your concert wardrobe so that I could wear it at the end of my driveway while holding a large, "STOP YOUR HEAVY PETTING BECAUSE THIS WILL BE YOU SOMEDAY SOON" sign, hoping that the fact that I haven't worn a bra and my boobs are closer to the belly than my shoulders, and my scary pregnancy spotted face makes me look more like a serial killer than their friendly neighbor, will end their late night car humping. A little glimpse at motherhood, and how you cannot under any circumstances wear hot pants regardless of your fitness level after three kids, might get me some sympathy mixed with raw fear for their late night make out sessions.
  • You and I perform your hit Tik Tok. You perform as yourself and I will act as JLo in a choreographed number that would BLOW THEIR MINDS. I figure this has no benefit to our cause, but it would be really fun for me. 
  • You start a movement about how littering has nothing to do with, and actually is the complete opposite of, (in some random, not really connected, but make it seem connected sort of way,) youthful irreverence. I'm pretty sure youthful irreverence is every teen's goal and you mentioned once that your goal as an artist was to produce albums about that. On behalf of every parent, thank you by the way.

These are just me thinking out loud. The first things flying out of my head. You brainstorm a little and let's talk.

While that's percolating a bit, let's talk Mac & Cheese.

My mother never made the Kraft box kind, because she loved me.

(I'm totally joking, but perhaps I just started a song for you? You. Are. Welcome.)

My Mom didn't make the box kind because she took a nutrition class in 1968 that she can't stop talking about and the box was not mentioned in said class. Hence...I have a strong love for bubbly baked Mac & Cheese.

My children do not share this love; probably because I never took that class.

My kids like the sauce poured over noodles variety....but they don't like the box kind because they are really smart and have new and diverse ways to make every single day challenging.

Hooray devious children!

So, this is what I make them and they usually love it. They always devour the whole thing.

Except when they don't and decide that they hate it, but that's how kids are...which is why you and every other child between 14-25 should probably put on a turtleneck and and some high waisted wool pants and whip up friendship bracelets until you are ready to take on children.

(Another song topic? Turtlenecks and wool pants are so HOT, here's a bracelet! Genius.)

Here's what you need:

1 Bag spiral pasta. (I know there is a real name for them, but all the kids these days are calling them spirals. Work it into a song. I am basically a hit factory for you.)
2-3 tablespoons butter
2-3 tablespoons flour
1-2 cups milk - live dangerously and use the whole milk
2 cups shredded Velveeta - do not be scared by the fact that the package calls this a cheese product and not just cheese. It's perfectly "natural."
1 cup Cheddar

I'm going to be honest about something Kesha. I am not too sure on any of the amounts except the noodles, the butter, and the Velveeta. Everything else I change each time I make it. There is a lot of room for creativity in this, which is why I like making it.

See what happens when you have kids? Your creative outlet is now mixing dairy products over medium-low heat in the hopes that small people will like it. Can you mention this to my neighbors?

Let's cook.

First, boil a big pot of salted water. My Mom doesn't believe in salting the water though (damn that '68 nutrition class!) so try not to make this when you guys are hanging out.

Add the noodles and follow the package directions for how long they should cook. I assume zero responsibility for the noodles.

Actually, I assume zero responsibility for any of this. It's a recipe-ish. The ish gets me out of any liability.

Seriously, I took the LSATs back in '04, I know what I'm talking about here.

After the noodles are done, drain them and put them back in the empty pot.

Hold it! I forgot to ask you the question that has been burning in my brain since I heard of you.

What is up with you tour being called the "Get Sleazy Tour?"

Seriously, you are not making my kind happy with that shit. I can't even imagine how much my husband will dislike you once Stella is trying to squeeze into hot pants.

Sorry for all the questions, I became spontaneously concerned.

Back to the cooking.

Get a medium size saucepan and melt the butter over medium-low heat. Add the flour and whisk it around until it's smooth.

(I could seriously crank out some hits. "Whisk it around until it's smooth?" I'm basically writing your next album for you.)

Add more flour or butter if there is excessive clumping or if it still looks like liquid butter.

Slowly stir in about a cup of the milk while you constantly whisk.

Keep whisking.

Add the cheese. Velveeta first and whisk until it is smooth. Now judge the consistency. Is it getting thicker or too milky?

Add 1/2 the cheddar first and then wait for that to become smooth. Now reevaluate.

See how complicated it is to be a Mother?

You can add more milk if it is too thick, or cheese if too milky.

Once you have a smooth, thick-ish sauce turn off the heat. Pour the sauce over the cooked noodles and stir it all around.


I serve this to my kids with ham because they like ham. I find ham disgusting, unless it is on an Egg McMuffin of course, so I usually serve it with a large salad and a healthy glass of red wine for myself and my husband.

Did you come up with any good ideas for my teen issue during that?

I did. You are basically worthless to me right now.

Ask them to park outside the cul-de-sac and walk down the street?

Set up cardboard cut-outs of various children and dogs on the street that pop up spontaneously when they drive by, hoping the sudden fear they experience will be enough to change their behavior?

Talk to the Mom? HaHaHaHa....HaHaHaHa. (That's laughter. Wait. LOL) She would probably stab me.

I'll be making Mac & Cheese, glaring, and doing the "What the Hell" gesture until I hear from you.

Oh, by the way, I heard you are getting ready to write a “cock-rock album.” I don't know what that is exactly, but I'm, as a parent, already a little pissed at you. As a wedding guest, I can't wait!

Oh, and I was asked not to thank Shell for letting me guest post on her awesome blog today, but perhaps you could churn out a tune about that? Something with a drum solo and lyrics about sharing or kicking boys’ asses. It would mean a lot to me.

Muchas gracias.

Oh....a Spanish album!


Please leave Leslie some comment love here and then go follow her blog The Mommy Therapy and find her on twitter @TheMommyTherapy.

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Anonymous Galit Breen said...

D-Y-I-N-G. That is all. :)

September 23, 2011 at 7:16 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

Just what I needed to start my Friday! She is pee your pants funny!

September 23, 2011 at 7:32 AM  
Blogger JDaniel4's Mom said...

I have teens in my neighborhood that need this too.

September 23, 2011 at 7:46 AM  
Blogger Oka said...

Would/Could she add my name to this letter. I also live on the corner of the cul de sac with new teen drivers.

September 23, 2011 at 7:52 AM  
Blogger Oka said...

Would/Could she add my name to this letter. I also live on the corner of the cul de sac with new teen drivers.

September 23, 2011 at 7:52 AM  
Blogger Jessica {Team Rasler} said...

*snickering as softly as possible so as not to wake the entire house* Must go read her blog now, too!

September 23, 2011 at 8:14 AM  
Blogger ckbrylliant said...

Holy Hilariousness!!!! I want some of those pop up kids and animals for my street!

September 23, 2011 at 8:46 AM  
Blogger Dawna said...

Definitely got a good laugh. Just what I needed... :-) Thanks!

September 23, 2011 at 8:54 AM  
Anonymous Megan (Best of Fates) said...

One of my favorite of your guest posts. SO funny. Also? My left eyelid has been twitching for like 2 days, which I'm assuming is a sign of a stroke and not the stress that everyone assures me is causing it except now I'm all stressed about having a stroke, so, really, where can I go from here? Anyway, Shell, I just wanted to say that if I die in the next day from eye-related disease that you can totally have the stuffed snake I won at Kings Dominion in high school. You know, as something to remember me by. But don't try and cuddle up with it, goodness knows what kind of hard Styrofoam they stuff that thing with.

September 23, 2011 at 9:16 AM  
Blogger angela said...

Shell needs to come take care of my kids until DH gets home, because this killed me. Killed.

Oh, by the way, I heard you are getting ready to write a “cock-rock album.” I don't know what that is exactly, but I'm, as a parent, already a little pissed at you. As a wedding guest, I can't wait!


I am crying. Mostly laughter tears but some real tears at the thought of my children one day understanding what the teenagers next door to us are smoking in their attic.

September 23, 2011 at 9:25 AM  
Blogger Brittney said...

OMG she is hysterical i mean seriously I think Im in love!!!!

September 23, 2011 at 9:33 AM  
Blogger The Preppy Girl in Pink said...

Oh my goodness! I am so HAPPY I came across your blog. You are hysterical. I laughed so hard that I had to call a friend and yes, I read it out loud for her...word by word through much laughter on both ends! I'm hooked. Signing up as a follower now! Thanks for making my cheeks hurt :-)

September 23, 2011 at 9:36 AM  
Blogger Emmy said...

Yea one of my favorite blogs to read as she is always so funny. She has mad dog writing skilz! See I spelled it with a z so i can be hip with the youngsters! See how cool I am. Everyone should read her blog

September 23, 2011 at 9:38 AM  
Blogger Cindi said...

LoLoL! Too funny. Thanks for the laughs!

September 23, 2011 at 9:42 AM  
Blogger Alison@Mama Wants This said...

OMG DYING!!! This was hilarious, loved it!

September 23, 2011 at 9:44 AM  
Anonymous tracy@sellabitmum said...

So funny - but OMG no boxed Kraft Dinner??? That is so not American. Don't let my kids no there's another option. I puffy heart the neon orange cheese!

September 23, 2011 at 10:25 AM  
Anonymous tori said...

Hahaha. Poor, Ke$!@ha. Sometimes $ signs seem like a good idea. All the time, they are not :(

September 23, 2011 at 10:28 AM  
Blogger The Random Blogette said...

Wow! I love this! I live across from a house that we call "The Frat House" Damn college kids living in a family neighborhood. There is like 10 of them with their cars parked all over. I am pretty sure they think I am insane since I am constantly yelling at my kids. Maybe they it why they have stayed pretty quiet. They are scared of my psychoticness.

September 23, 2011 at 10:31 AM  
Blogger Keri said...

I live entirely too close to a University, so this sounds like every street in my neighborhood! I shudder to think that my own offspring will go down that metaphorical (and literal) road. Thanks for the laughs!

September 23, 2011 at 11:05 AM  
Blogger John said...

So much I need to say to this.

First, I gigglesnorted.

Second, you & I might need to have a mac & cheese cookoff. Because my mac & cheese is a pain in the ass to make, but it's really, really good (my public secret is crushed Cheez-its for breadcrumb topping - my private secret is that I drink a whole bottle of wine as I'm making it).

Last, the girl across the street from me is a "good girl." She and her not-good-girl sister live with their grandparents (because "something" happened with their parents, and I'm not sure what that was, but it was bad). Anyway, the girl graduated high school two years ago, and has had a long-term boyfriend for as long as we've lived in the house.

One day, I was out & about - I don't know if I was walking back from the grocery store or from picking up Chinese food or what, but it was a beautiful day out. I walk past their house and I hear moaning.

And I see her lying on the ground, on her side, obviously in distress.

I put whatever I was carrying down and run over to her.

Her boyfriend was behind her, their lower bodies hidden from my line of sight by the car in the driveway, as his fingers were....busy.

I walked back, embarrassed - completely unable to tell them that, just maybe, doing such activities, loudly, in the middle of the driveway.

I'm the guy who will tell a handsy couple at the park to always use protection, so it's rare for me to actually not be able to speak.

But, I wasn't able to speak.

September 23, 2011 at 11:07 AM  
Anonymous The Mayor said...

Pretty witty stuff here. I have these conversations in my head all of the time.
As a mom of 6- ages 14-30 I've lived on all sides of your cul de sac street.
I love the teenagers, but man are some of them dumb as a box of rocks. They grow out of it though.

September 23, 2011 at 11:10 AM  
Anonymous Sharon at Momof6 said...

Genius! And much better than my weak attempt to tell Katy Perry this week that I am tired of her making me out to be the "mean Mom!" (http://momof6.com/2011/09/19/other-stuff/dear-katy-perry-please-stop-making-me-be-the-mean-mom/)

I mean seriously.... I am just too TIRED to explain things like hickies, threesomes, arrest warrants, and mini bars to my kids!

I like your idea of a song collaboration... clearly I've been going about this all wrong.

September 23, 2011 at 11:13 AM  
Blogger Mommy Nani Booboo said...

The "what the hell" gesture is my daily exercise. This was my awesome laugh for the morning - thank you. I also think I may love you.

PS- I'm picky like a preschooler, so you should totally be flattered.

September 23, 2011 at 11:33 AM  
Blogger Stasha said...


I strike the WHAT THE HELL pose at least once a day.

At least.

Only it's at adults who think they are teenagers.


September 23, 2011 at 11:41 AM  
Blogger Grumpy Grateful Mom said...

lol! I too am on the end of a cul-de-sac, with teenagers! We have been at peace mostly because I don't venture out of my house! I'm fearful of the day that I will have my own teenagers.

September 23, 2011 at 12:49 PM  
Blogger RoryBore said...

also at end of the street on a Crescent... AKA "the last sharp turn before the racers head for the finish line!" I am seriously surprised my children have survived this long.

Oh, and town genuises who put the skateboard park right beside the climbing structure and sand box? brilliant. my kids can now curse like a sailor when they step on all the sharp glass from broken bottles. And 2 year old Zoo Zoo...she can really Rock the cigarette butt dangling from the lips look. But I think the absolute worst had to be when she picked up a used condom. nice, thanks so much for that.

Oh yes, and thanks to sharing a bus stop with them....my 4 year old last year was running around town, home, Church singing about his "bottle of Jack." sweet when it comes from the mouths of babes, isn't it?

I know I was a teenager once too and didn't always walk a straight line, but I don't recall being so blatantly rude, disrespectful and downright disgusting.

Can I please, please, please and by begging I am pretty sure I can take up a collection from my neighbourhood to compensate you, post this in my town paper?

September 23, 2011 at 1:05 PM  
Blogger Missy said...

MY. GOD. I cannot stop laughing.

"As a parent it already pisses me off. As a wedding song, I love it."

You have made my day!

September 23, 2011 at 2:24 PM  
Blogger Barbara said...

This was hysterical! Totally what I needed on a Friday!

September 23, 2011 at 2:43 PM  
Blogger Nellie said...

I love it, thanks for that! Awesome job!

September 23, 2011 at 2:56 PM  
Blogger The Anecdotal Baby said...

Pure genius!

September 23, 2011 at 3:04 PM  
Blogger Kir said...

OH MY GAWD, I'm laughing so hard I'm going to get fired. (Hey another lyric!) where have you been hiding awesome blogger of fun and funny!!!

off to see your blog and change my pants. What? These are wet. ;)

Shell, you keep doing it, I can't stop giggling.

September 23, 2011 at 3:19 PM  
Blogger Christa aka The BabbyMama said...

When I was a teen, I acted like a jerk. When I was a young adult, I didn't care about teens acting like jerks because I wasn't around them. Now I'm a mom and I realize that all the time we spent sitting around the playground equipment at 15 may have been time that we were indirectly preventing toddlers from playing. I get it, teens don't have many places to go. But parks? Those are for actual kids, hmmm?

September 23, 2011 at 3:25 PM  
Blogger The Empress said...

This lady...JUST my style.

Thank you for finding her for me.

Me, I like them a bit different.

And in a good way.

September 23, 2011 at 3:52 PM  
Blogger Dwija {House Unseen} said...

Oh man, this one gets 6 gold starts, for real! Not only is Leslie insanely funny, she also happens to be super sweet. So there's that, too :)

September 23, 2011 at 4:26 PM  
Blogger mama marchand said...

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I love every single part of this post ...

... and now, I follow her. :)

September 23, 2011 at 4:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's rambling, random and I LOVE IT!

September 23, 2011 at 5:02 PM  
Blogger Lizbeth said...

Pure genius! And since I live in the middle of the cul-de-sac and I have read my Association book (yes, we get a book) it clearly states it is the corner lot's responsibility to maintain child safety. It, however, does not say (specifically) how to enforce said safety. Perhaps sitting on your front porch with an AK 47... too much???

September 23, 2011 at 5:50 PM  
Blogger Jen said...

Oh my gosh!! I have NEVER laughed so hard from reading a blog post...seriously!!!!!! Actually, I'm still laughing.
Gotta check this lady out.

September 23, 2011 at 6:07 PM  
Blogger Kimberly said...

That is hilarious!!!

September 23, 2011 at 6:07 PM  
Blogger Two Normal Moms said...

Can't.Stop.Lauging. And I'm the mother of a driving teenager. I also live in the back corner of a U shaped neighborhood, right at the corner where the kids step on the gas to pick up speed. Oh man, Kesha, Ke$ha or whatever her name is - no words.

September 23, 2011 at 9:03 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh my goodness this is the funniest shit ever! I am laughing hysterically! And if by chance Ke$ha (yeah taht is kind of annoying to write like that isn't it!) does come to visit you would you please post about that so I know to write myself. I have two neighbor boys that I'm sure will soon be giving us a ton of trouble!

September 23, 2011 at 9:05 PM  
Blogger Rach (DonutsMama) said...

This was hysterical. I must read the other recipe-ishes!

September 23, 2011 at 11:47 PM  
Anonymous Singlama76 said...

You are truly brilliant! Lol...love your craigslist and kardashian posts too! Thanks for making me laugh!

September 24, 2011 at 12:38 AM  
Blogger Sorta Southern Single Mom said...

THIS.IS.HYSTERICAL! When my kids were little, we lived next store to a house with 3 boys. Nicest parents on the planet = totally CLUELESS. One afternoon, I was in the backyard with the kids, beach umbrella and chair set up while I read and dipped my feet in the kiddie pool and the kids splashed around, when I smelled a funny smell. I looked over and sure enough, there were the two oldest and their friends smoking pot on their deck (no, the parents were not at home... dad was at work and mom was OOT with an ailing mom of her own) No, I did not rat them out. And the dirt bikes...don't get me started on the dirt bikes... they even had costumes/uniforms for them!

September 24, 2011 at 8:55 AM  
Blogger January Dawn said...

OH EM GEE. I am SO ecstatic that you shared this HILARIOUS woman with us all. I can't wait to read more of her recipe-ish posts and then some. Seriously? That was unbelievable.

September 24, 2011 at 2:48 PM  
Blogger laughwithusblog said...

Oh I would HATE a cul-de-sac full of unsupervised teens! Thanks so much for reading my story. It's hard to believe it was 5 years ago!

September 24, 2011 at 5:09 PM  
Blogger Crystal said...

Oh Leslie. You make me laugh! Outloud. Multiple times.

I even stayed up past ten to read this. You. Are. Special!

September 24, 2011 at 9:31 PM  
Anonymous Blue Cotton Memory said...

I was once a mom without teens. Then I had teens - still have them - driving out of a cul-de-sac amongst a bevy of other little kids just like my other little kids who will be teens one day.

My question, though, is what are you going to do when your little people grow up to be teens? Who drive? Who bend the rules? Who scare the other parents with little kids - not necessarily because they misbehave but just because they are teens?

Just wondering. . . .

I personally think my mail lady is the worst, who careens from one side of the street to the other to save time. She almost hit one of our little cutie pies - and called the cops on the cutie pie. Of course, Our little cutie pie didn't realize the mail lady was zigzagging her way the mailboxes. I would rather have a teen than our mail lady!

September 24, 2011 at 9:54 PM  
Blogger KSK said...

:) SO FUNNY!!! I live on a cul de sac, and I have loud teenager cars driving all night with their loud 'bumps' -- while my baby is trying to sleep.. heck! While I'M trying to sleep!
I hope Ke_Ha reads this and truly does something :)

September 25, 2011 at 8:58 AM  
Blogger Lourie said...

I don't want to read about the scary stuff teens do...mostly cause I have one. She's(my teen) good....so far. hahaha!

I have read her blog before. Very funny. I need to go back and read some more. :)

September 26, 2011 at 1:25 AM  
Blogger Charlotte said...

OMG, this is absolutley hysterical. You have some really awesome friends, Shell. I love how she refuses to put the dollar sign in Kesha's name, too. I can't stand that either (even though I kinda also maybe find her music entertaining-ish. Sometimes).

September 26, 2011 at 8:49 PM  
Anonymous Amanda | OneMommysThoughts said...

I was reading this while feeding my son his bottle and could hardly contain myself! Thank you for a real, honest gut wrenching laugh today.

You have a gift and I am certain that "Ke$ha" (and yes the $ is seriously annoying) will be appreciative and will respond with a "slammin" hit to reform your local teens.

September 28, 2011 at 12:31 PM  

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