Feb 06 2008

What the Heck, Mom?

Where are my matching sparkly shoes?

(No, darling, we don’t DO cabaret in this house.)


  • By ticknart, February 6, 2008 @ 4:19 pm

    If he ditched the socks, he’d be a fab-u-lus Tarzan.

  • By Jami, February 7, 2008 @ 9:24 am

    When I first read this, I read it as “we don’t do cabaret in THE house” and my first thought was, “WTF? We do it out in the yard? The barn?” And since that made NO sense WHAT-so-fucking-ever, I read it again. And now that I’ve got it right, I’m changing my question to “Just which house DO y’all do cabaret in?”

    FWIW, I’ve always told my kids that I don’t care what job they decide to do when they grow up as long as they get paid enough to afford to take care of me when I get old.

  • By heels, February 7, 2008 @ 9:39 am

    No, darling, cabaret bellydance is just NOT DONE by anyone in this family. We are a TRIBAL or perhaps TRIBAL FUSION kind of family. No spangly tits and stripper-jiggling here! As they say in ‘Singing in the Rain’: Dignity, always dignity.

    (Unless you pay us enough.)

  • By sunShine, February 10, 2008 @ 5:11 pm

    That is so cute, I just can’t stop laughing. Love the socks.

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