My favorite thing about my Shmurfy is that when I come out of the front doors of Walmart into that huge parking lot, it stands up a head above the other minuscule and insignificant vehicles in the lot, and says, "Look at me, I'm over HERE, COME TO ME. . ." And I will never wander in a freezing cold parking lot with all the kids in a snowstorm, wondering where I parked, and chasing every silver minivan except mine. Never again. Not that that has ever happened. Very often.
"I'm DIRTY. . . . DIRTY. . . now what do I do?"
3 comments:
oh i just want to kiss every one of them!!!
Hooray for a Shmurf! Yours is a prettier shade of Shmurf than my parents' version! ;-p
WOW! That's some kind of van! Those scruffy, precious blue eyed boys...OY!
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