the body snatcher

tink n coco
i have been very busy workin' on a new project n' as i've been workin' i've been tryin' to figure out when it was that the body snatcher (that had been here previously) sent her even less charmin' sister to break back into my home to possess my mini again. and also, what hormone or such is it that takes hold - in a blink of an eye - that makes a young person suddenly think they know everything there is to know about everything that could possibly come up in conversation? this led to more thinkin' n' ponderin' about many other things....like...why do young people - 'specially those possessed by creepy other beins' - go to the trouble o' askin' you how they look before leavin' the house for this or that and even twirl n' spin for you so nothin' is missed 'n then once you have given them the opinion they so much desired, why then do they look at you like you're plain nuts, make huffy puffy sounds 'n then go change everything they had been showin' off to you? these are questions i'd like to discover the answers for.

all this leads me to thinkin' about that big lipped octomom with the fourteen kids....thinkin' that if she had birthed just one o' the previous six earlier and already experienced the early double digit ages with 'em, she would have never ever gone on and had eight more.

today's picture is a snapshot o' the other two girls i am mother to...both just as spoiled as my beloved mini but much much easier to live with.