Is it wrong that every time I see a Pillsbury Dough Boy commercial where they tickle Pillsbury Dough Boy's belly, I want to blow a finger-sized hole right into his tum-tum with a gun? And wonder if he would still laugh?
Is it wrong to bring my husband into every conversation I have? I never did that when we were courting/dating ...
Is it wrong to go to a Christmas party, eat, then digs out? Especially when I put on a dress and some form of makeup?
Is it wrong to tell my unborn child: "Relax. It have no need to you to stretch in there. You could do all yuh stretching when you reach out here"?
Is it wrong not to care when I know somebody thinks I don't like them, and not only do I not like them, I REALLY don't like them?
Is it wrong to never, ever, ever be serious on Facebook?
Is it wrong to be afraid to join Twitter?
Is it wrong to laugh at some of the atrocities my students have committed in the name of assignments?
Is it wrong to want to tell my nosy neighbour to mind her own Kool aid and speak to either me or Chef instead of intimidating the people who come to do work on our place?
Is it wrong to be completely unsociable and out of touch for at least one day per week?
Is it wrong to be up by 7 am and want to go back to sleep at 8:30 am?
Is it wrong to be asking you all these questions when I should know my own damn mind?
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Happy to hear from u, unless ur gonna be insulting.