Monday, March 31, 2008

Kill Me Now.

Just hand me the gun, the pills, the pillow, or point me to the sufficiently-sized body of water. Someone, please, put me out of my misery.

And let me offer this little gem of advice for anyone who has any kind of type-A personality perfectionist daughters:

HAVE SOMEONE ELSE TAKE THEM PROM DRESS SHOPPING.

2 Comments:

Queen B said...

Bless your heart. Really. Bless. your. heart.

Denise said...

Oh! I know, I know! I have lately refused to take my girls clothes shopping without a college student friend along or, if I'm really fortunate, without me altogether. Otherwise, I'll have no accountability for the control-freakiness that I've turned into a fine art. AND, someone always, always, ALWAYS cries. I can't handle it. It's way too stressful.