Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Please Rate the Customer Service

I'm thinking of opening a 5-star resort, the kind where sheiks and sultans go to stay.

After being on a yogurt and dry cheerios diet for 4 days, the baby decided that he was going to have roast beef for dinner tonight. In the bathtub.

So while he played and splashed in the warm, scented water, one of his bath attendants fed him roast beef and cheerio sandwiches, while another attendant washed his hair, and a third attendant sang the Star Wars theme song.



Does anyone wonder why I need a glass of wine with my cookies?


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