Tonight I had great displeasure of hosting Jessica and her two little Joys for pizza, sundaes, and a Wii-Boogie smackdown. I would have invited more people, but they all heard Jessica was going to be there and knowing how incredibly boooooooooring she is, they decided to pass.
And so, I was left alone with her and our children. What a fucking nightmare.
Not only does her kid rip the shirt off Quinlan's back, but then when my daughter dancing her little butt off to "YMCA," she totally mocks her right behind her back. Okay, so it's not a "Y" -- she's 3. Cut the kid a break.
You can't see the screen, but she's obsessively counting her score from her "You're the One That I Want" Performance. Okay, you got 174,000 points which is about half of the comments for one post on your blog. Thanks for rubbing it in.
Her daughter, a little over two, could barely stand up on her own. As you can see in the picture, she had to hold her up most of the night while still obsessing over her points.
And of all the bizarre things in this world, she makes her son dress up like a dog. Don't ask. I certainly didn't.
So if you're all jealous about me living here in Atlanta, getting to hang out with some pretty cool mommy bloggers, don't be.
All they do is bring you tasty tofu salad, wash your dishes, and make you realize that playing video games is far from as lame as it sounds.
We'll be practicing our dance moves, two-part harmony, and extended play temper tantrums, Joys family.
Next time, the tofu's on me.