Yo...Mama...it's me. Your self.
We need to chat, 'k?
This whole laundry fiasco you pulled today? You can't let that happen...ever. again.
Not necessarily the whole ruining of your sweet daughter's favorite, barely worn, cuter than the dicken's sweatshirt...but, the whole...the whole...the whole emotional break down part of it!
Dude!! It's just a shirt.
Now, I know you would've crushed her little heart (good thing ebay saved ya, 'eh?!!)...but, really!?
The urge to vomit?
I'll cut ya a break this time, chica...I know the Captain is still lingering...but, please...hold it together next time, will ya?
Thanks a bunch,