I am sitting in the doctor’s office, crying, explaining to her why I don’t want to take Ambien to help me sleep. See, once there was this psycho dance mom who used Ambien as an excuse for every single bit of her bad behavior. And then there was the picture of the lady shopping for tomatoes in her granny panties. Ambien? I don’t know. But I don’t want to end up on the “People of WalMart Website” trying to find the nicest tomatoes they have while around me people whisper “She forgot to put on her pants.” Couldn’t some kind soul tell her she was wearing a top and granny panties?
I couldn’t be that kind soul, because I only saw the picture. But it raised a lot of fears in my mind.
Jesus wants me for a SunBEAM, but only if I am wearing pants. Or preferably a skirt.
I have forgotten how to be. I still remember how to be a Good Mormon Girl. But I have forgotten how to be me. Can someone please give that back to me? And tell me if I am in WalMart in a top and granny panties? Please?