Today, I thought I would bring back kicking and screaming one of my little cyber childrens for your amusement today. Believe me, it was a battle just to grab this little hooligan from where he had taken residence up at. But as they say, everyone has their price, and those mean streets of Connecticut's Gold Coast is no exception. So once I had paid their extortion...ummm....relocation fee, I grabbed the little ingrate, chucked him into the trunk of my very rad Gremlin and hightailed it back to the Mountain.
Once we had gotten back to the Mountain, I told the little ingrate that now was the time to start earning his keep. He protested. I countered with this:
He clutched his ears and screamed, "Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! I'll do whatever it is that you want me to do! I'll even sing the praises to how great labor unions are! Anything! Just make it stop!"
True story: Now that Jenelle has turned 12, she has developed a major attitude problem (no, really). I decide to up the ante in that if she didn't start to tone down the 'tude, I would buy a Justin Beiber c.d. and play it within earshot.
Jenelle hates Justin Beiber with a passion unmatched for anyone else.
Since I won the battle, and thus the war, today I would like to reintroduce to you that wonderful picture blog of mine, Shooting Suburbia.
Today's picture post is called "Hope Springs Eternal!"