Hell Yes Please

Do you want? NO! A puppy? YES! Do you want to NO! Go to your friend Susan's? Yes, I guess I do. Do you want NO Living with me is really fun. You can ask your husband. He calls me his 9-year-old boy. My first answer is always no. I have a bit of an excuse. It was 1973; I was taking an assertiveness training class. the other women were skittish when paired up with me until the instructor admitted that I'm on probation now, and none of the ones I had flung, kicked, or smacked had been hurt, really badly. Saying no was big in my family of origin who perpetually used it, and you had better supply excuses like crazy too. I had to stand in front of a mirror and practice that up to two hours a day, so I could get some of my "me" time back. I have it pat now, folks. A magic unicorn came to visit on a Tuesday. She was pretty but alas a smoker. She came up behind us as we were thnk-talking via telepathy and stuff. said you are supposed to be enjoying your fire-truck car, and your bubble machine. And "throwing a ball in the house," I screamed with pure delight, feeling a beach, without any mean. We really truly souly need less lessons and more play for thee, I tell this gravelly-voiced unicorn. Man, his eyes are a pretty blue! So from now on this is how it has to be: Do you want? NO! A fire truck? Hell,yes,please! My me time is back in full, happy, excited force. I have it pat now, folks. Let's go shopping! Eleven children run toward the car, which is curious as I only have 10 grandchildren.