The super-cute and brilliant Weez, EdaMommy, my high school chum Dan, Auntie Ginger, and—apparently—every parent in the Western hemisphere has fallen under the potent spell cast by Zoo Pals.
I stand alone, immune to their strange siren call. I didn't even know they were called "Zoo Pals" and, as you may recall from an earlier post, referred to them only as "those stupid plates." Meanwhile, besotted fans have been cutting out the eyes of their favorite Zoo Pal, taping a popsicle stick to the back, and running around exclaiming "I just made a craft!" Pfft. Need I remind you, my people, about my own crafty experiments? Time-consuming, exhausting, and, well, not particularly fulfilling experiments in which pre-drawn (as in "all the work is already done) animals do not figure?
I'm bitter this morning. I'm EdaMommy's best friend: BitterMelonMommy.
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