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Bacon’s mom here. Don Juan is now considered a bratty elf beyond any kind of help. So he sends my picture to Santa that’s great. But did he have to send my picture via Playboy magazine? You can’t lie Don Juan. The proof was in yesterday’s posting that Bacon did. We won’t even discuss how much Bacon charged on daddy’s credit card to get back all of those magazines. Shakes my head.
And now you have way overstepped your boundaries here at the Hotel Thompson.
Messing with the kids is one thing. Messing with the husband is another thing. But messing with my collectible Barbie dolls – shaking head. That’s where I have to draw the line.
When I took a nap yesterday – cause Lord knows we can’t sleep at night with that freak running around rapid – I dreamed of my favorite Super Hero – Wonder Woman and what she would do with that freakzoid with her lasso of truth – giggles. We should only know how he felt about being tied up by my number one hero – HA!
How in the world am I going to explain this picture to mommy? It looks like that little psycho elf has been into mom’s pictures and sent them to a certain magazine which has made its way to the big man and his elves.
Shakes piggy head. This can’t be good. Look at their faces?! Oh dear piggy heavens. How am I ever going to tell mommy what Don Juan has done this time?! What will daddy think?
You gotta help me friends. How do I break it gently to my mom that her private pictures may not be so private anymore and that she might be on Santa’s naughty list… but he might like it? Snorts.
Don Juan is in deep doo-doo here at the Hotel Thompson. Shakes piggy head and walks away with daddy’s credit card. I gotta buy all of these off the market so she doesn’t see the cover.