U.G.L.Y, you ain't gt not alibi..you ugly

How do you know when you are letting yourself go? When your 2 year old tells you that you are ugly. That's right folks, she told me that I was ugly. Worse than that, she wasn't even mad at me. She meant it. I must look like shit. Damn ponytail! I'm blaming the ponytail.
Even worse than that, her 5 year old sister was all like "Gabs, say you're sorry. You don't mean that. You are going to hurt her feelings.Say you are sorry!"She was totally backpedaling for her little sister. She was trying to force her sister to give me a pity pretty. I won't lie, I winced and then I cried a little bit. You know a la the pollution American Indian from the 70's commercials. Oh yeah, I know, it was stupid but hey, I do have feelings.I wasn't feeling particularly attractive today anyways,what with the bloating , the friggin "ponytail", and the sweats and sweatshirt. I know its not rational to have a semi breakdown if a 2 year old tells you that you are ugly. I mean it wasn't like my husband said I was ugly. It was practically a baby, which really made matters worse. I mean isn't it pretty much unheard of and most certainly against the laws of nature for a child to think their Mommy is ugly? Seriously, I knew kids growing up who would knock you off your bike and kick your ass if you said their Mom was fat. I can't even imagine what would have happened if you were so stupid bold to call them UGLY! But in my house, my own 2 year old told me I was ugly. When she saw that it upset me ( refer to pollution Indian), she promptly reminded me, "Papi's ugly too!" gee thanks. Not only am I ugly, apparently, I have bad taste as well!It's a miracle two such hideous people could make such beautiful model caliber babies. Lucky for them, imagine the alternative?



I had to do it! Just in case y'all didn't know which crying Indian I was referring to:)