This is what I was looking at yesterday morning. Today, I’m staring at a cube wall. Well, only until 1:00 p.m., but still. WTF?
More Christmas Trauma
So, this time last week I was trying to get a picture of the girls with Santa. (Here is last year’s attempt in case you don’t remember. ) After an hour wait, and Dan spending lots of time walking the girls around the mall, I finally got to the front of the line. The lady took exactly one picture before Scarlett burst into tears.
WTF? Why does Scarlett hate Santa so much? Anabella loved Santa as a baby … and look at him. Could he a better looking Santa? Scarlett wrestled around … got her clothes all askew … and then had a total meltdown. Why can’t I get one decent Santa photo out of these two??
— The B.S. Cafe is now serving stale candy canes and a mother’s broken dreams.