It was about a year ago that I discovered this website. So here I am, doing it again!
My latest entry, with a twist (again!). This one is done in "Jive." It's too funny!
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I plum love Fall. Mostly, ah' love Fall weekends when ah' duzn't even gots'ta dig dressed all day if ah' duzn't wanna. No plans, no time constraints. Waaay coo' - even lousy - weada' outside? Okay wid me! Right on! Who cares, when ya' duzn't plan t'go outside?
Dat wuz how mah' weekend wuz. Loveliness.
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Afta' a pow wow wid B's daycare head homeboy last week, we decided dis week we would potty train ha' in earnest. It's time t'get serious and DO THIS. ah' admit, I'm not as diligent wid ha' as ah' should be. Down til now, ah' dun didn't care if she wuz potty trained o' not. Man! ah' duzn't MIND changin' diapuh's. Hell, changin' diapuh's be a lot easia' dan potty trainin' some kid. A LOT easier. Ah be baaad...
But anyway. Slap mah fro! She's two and some half, so's it's time. ah' went out and bought dese waaay coo' little "big goat panties" dat is real soft and dick (read, dig dis: abso'bent)and completely lined wid plastic. Co' got d' beat! Dey look likes panties, but wid some plastic coatin'. Novel idea, eh?
I guess de idea be to minimize accidents as much as possible, which I'm all fo'.
So's I packed down 3 o' 4 'estra sets uh clodin' and 'estra pairs uh panties t'snatch t'de daycare dis mo'nin'. When ah' gots B dressed, ah' put ha' panties on and 'esplained she wouldn't be wearin' some diapuh' no mo'. Actually, we discussed dis concept many times upside de weekend. Had da damn talk about "stayin' dry" and digtin' stickers, and bein' some big goat, and blah blah blah. Lop some boogie.
I hate potty trainin'. By de way. Slap mah fro!
So's dis mo'nin', she wuz all jazzed down about wearin' ha' panties. And ha' little butt looked so's cute in ha' pants widout some diapuh' on. 'S coo', bro.
We gots'ta de daycare, gots ha' stuff put away, everydin' all settled in, and befo'e ah' even left da damn buildin', she had ha' fust accident. Man!
I feared dis wuz an omen about how de rest uh de day would go, but she actually dun did there. Only went drough two sets uh clodes.
Did ah' menshun ah' hate potty trainin'?
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Mah' baaaad homey at wo'k had me laughin' so's hard today ah' dought *I* wuz gonna wet mah' pants. Sump'n about encounterin' de recepshunist in de ladies room, de poo' goat bein' sick o' sump'n, vomitus all upside de floo', afta' havin' not "made" it t'de stall, noticin' only clear liquid, commentin' on de un-chunkiness uh it all... guess ya' had t'be dere.
Comin' fum de Barf-A-Lot family, naturally ah' found dis all quite hilarious. And barfin' ain't yo' average every day subject matta' fo' jokes. Which be whut made it so's funny. Slap mah fro! As ah' said, maybe ya' had t'be dere.
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Would ya' look at da damn time? Gotsta run. 'S coo', bro. See ya' tomo'row, so cut me some slack, Jack. Maybe.
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