No matter how bad your job is …

at least you're not doing the running man, on a street corner, in the dark, wearing a frozen plastic trash bag and a crown, when it's 8 below zero. Luckily the tax season isn't sunny enough for anyone to actually see my face.

Learning to Roger Rabbit in my moon boots,


Seriously? Mom, I've seen you dance. I'm not even sure you could get that job. Let's eat some more birthday cake batter.


4 responses to “No matter how bad your job is …

  1. Bahaha, I love the picture! What a carbon copy of Mitch she is!

  2. Happy Birthday Zoey!