Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his
small chair at the table and looks into his small bowl. . .
It is empty. . . "Who's been eating my porridge?!!", he squeaks.
Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?!!", he roars.
Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and yells: "For goodness sake, how many times do we have to go through this with you?
It was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away, it was Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the d**n table, it was Momma Bear who put the friggin' cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's water and food dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-a**es downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy presence, listen good, 'cause I'm only going to say this one more time:
I HAVEN'T MADE THE D**NED PORRIDGE YET ! ! !
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6 comments:
Here, Here!!!!! LOVE IT!! Isn't it about time that someone took Momma Bear out for breakfast anyway?
Amen sistas!
love it! : )
LOL! So true!
I agree with the fact that it is time for someone to take Momma Bear out, so she can relax. Go Momma Bear! Go!
Glad to know you appreciated the post. I felt like y'all would say "here goes ST with her ranting and b**ching again." Thanks for listening!
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