WHY ARE YOU ALL UP IN MY GRILL?!
I know, I know…not the first thing that typically comes to mind on Memorial Day weekend when you see the word “grill” but there it is, voices screaming inside my head. There’s probably a therapy session in there somewhere but we don’t have time for that right now.
Anyone else have hormonal people in their house giving them some version of this mess?
Why are you all up in my business? Why do you care? Why do you have to have all these (stupid) rules? None of my friends’ parents do this. My friends don’t have to (fill in the blank with whatever nonsense complaint is on their minds that day) like we do.
WHY ARE YOU ALL UP IN MY GRILL?
‘Cuz it’s in the parenting manual. Boom.
Linda’s stream of consciousness prompt drives our Saturdays. This week’s prompt is “grill.”
Actually, my husband says it the most. I think it’s old Army talk. lol
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Military logic runs deep… 😋
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If they keep giving you grief, you can always tell them “I brought you into this world, I can take you out of it.”
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A classic! 😆
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Playin the momma card. I love it. I was going to say “someday they’ll appreciate it,” but I’m guessing they do already.
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Some days. Maybe. 😆
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