Fickle About Brownies?!

I sometimes wonder if Edward cheated on me and Glory isn't my child. She was with us every second in the hospital so I know she wasn't switched at birth..my only other conclusion is that she isn't mine. I shall try and love her like she is though..like the song says "Oh daughter haven't I told you to forgive and to forget, And if your father's sown his oats, well still you needn't fret."

Case in point...I made brownies last night. She didn't eat any. Neither did I ...I was full from dinner...but I knew I would remedy the eating brownies thing later. *A note..Dictionary.com says remedy is "something that corrects or removes an evil of any kind". I use this word here because I like how I'm correcting an "evil" by eating the brownies later, I find this wording very appropriate. Just a little language lesson, lets move on now shall we?

So...this morning as I'm having my brownies for breakfast..cause hello...BROWNIES!!

I asked Glory if she wanted any.

She said "No". WTH and Frell even!? Who turns down BROWNIES for BREAKFAST?!?!

So I said "Don't you like brownies?"

She said "No."

"But you've eaten them before..." This sentence trails off into nothingness..see? It signifies how confused I was.

"I was just eating them to be polite."

"Huh."

Um...my child has never eaten any of MY food to "be polite". I often hear strains of "uh uh uh uh uh but I don't LIKE this food!" Followed by tears and running down the hall to her room to cry over the injustice of it all.

She's gonna be a great teenager. I look forward to it. Like a person looks forward to several years of torture....with a menstrual cycle as some sort of hellish bonus.

So I sent some brownies to school with her so she could give them to her teacher. Cause he's human and probably likes brownies. Also his first name is "Courtney"..so you know he likes brownies.

About Buffy Winterrose:

I am a reasonably wonderful person who enjoys reading, snacking on addictive foods, and the sound of the dishwasher running when I know I wasn't the one to fill it.

I married a guy that likes boobs. I've got 'em. Our love should last forever.

I have a daughter who thinks I'm the best mom ever! (She doesn't get out much.)

I'm a room mom, PTA Queen, and sometimes I even go out and earn money just for kicks...and money.

Fame is all I'm looking for..and jeans that make my bum look super fly.