I'm not one for writing multiple posts in a single day. But I almost passed out reading this.
Kid, you're making me look bad.
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A creamy blend of pessimism and wit served ice cold by one seriously frustrated working mother.
About Black Frappe
I'm blogging 'cause that's what kids do today. I'm blogging 'cause I think I'm kind of awesome. I'm blogging 'cause I got an axe to grind.
OH Frappe is my name to protect my true identity (please don't fire me boss-lady) and because I'm kind of a dairy whore. Right now I'm on a no soy/no lactose diet to help quell my baby girl's nuclear gas. This is very upsetting.
I would kill for a frappe right now. KILL.
OH Frappe is my name to protect my true identity (please don't fire me boss-lady) and because I'm kind of a dairy whore. Right now I'm on a no soy/no lactose diet to help quell my baby girl's nuclear gas. This is very upsetting.
I would kill for a frappe right now. KILL.
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