2004-11-24
The kid's not cursing in french yet, but she has discovered the joy of bleating "mo cwassss-sanss?" again and again and, yes, again again.
I'm guessing this means she's over her "mo gumpin muffeens?" phase. Translation: my pleasingly plump homemade pumpkin muffins have been relegated to wallflower status since that ho-bag of skinny STOPnSHOP mini croissants crashed the dance.
Freakin' hydrogenated soybean oil
anamomda contemplates a ban on au faux bon pain. 