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October 27, 2006



Dude. I mean, I wouldn't say I really qualify as *cranky*...

Well. Not necessarily. I mean, unless someone takes my chocolate. Or I got woken up at 2am. Or there wasn't a new episode of Gray's Anatomy on last night. Or I haven't had my Daily Show fix in over a week. Or the coffee was cold and full of grounds by the time I got to it. Or I got totally rained on. Or the Jack threw a tantrum in the middle of the grocery store bread aisle because HOLY SHITBATS he absolutely had to have that god-awful cheap plastic crappy car whose display was randomly placed in the bread aisle by a grocery store employee who should be put to sleep-deprivation torture and kept awake by way of looped recordings of the screaming child who WOULD NOT SHUT UP about the stupid cheap plastic toy.

I mean, really. If THAT qualifies me as Cranky... well, then maybe I might be just the teeeensiest bit Cranky.

Now who took my effing chocolate?!


Francesca (Stuntmother)

You rock. I am such a cranky mother than I haven't been able to even email you to say I am a cranky mother. I should be CrankyStuntPantsMother, really. And I need to wash my hair or it is going to go find a better home.


Again, thank you for adding me to your Crank Roll. Once I iron out some more things with my site (Momish, I've been having Blogger issues this week, they should be resolved though. Please try me again at www.theaverylaneexperience.com), I should be able to return the favor.


Thanks, CrankMama!
P.S. I have been trying so hard to get to the Avery Lane Experience. No luck. Even your link here does not work for me. Am I the only one having this problem? It's been driving me crazy...Hmmff!


Thanks, CrankMama!

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