Invasion of the Body Snatchers

To the aliens who have invaded the body of my 23 month old son, can you please discontinue telling the cashiers at Target to Shub-ub? I will let you translate that one yourself.  And for whatever alien reason you need 500 ziplock bags at one time, the polite thing to do would be to pick up after yourself.

And on this planet, we do not normally make friends with goats.

Mr. Alien, we do not need to eat 5 pounds of apples in 2 days or scale everything imaginable in order to get to the "nacks." 

And if you decide to call one other person a loo-sa I will personally send you back to the planet you came from.



To the alien who has invaded the body of my daughter and has taken it upon yourself to sew up the random holes in ripped household items and organize my sewing kit, you are more than welcome to reside in Abbi for as long as you would like. 

 Thank you, and may the force be with you.  God speed.