A Letter To The Hot Mom With Cool Sunglasses
Dear Hot Mom,
There you were. Taking a stroll on the boardwalk.
And there I was. Walking in the opposite direction.
And what was I thinking when I saw you with your cool sunglasses?
I was thinking about how badly I wanted to punch you in the face. As hard as I can.
Karmically, you had it coming.
There you were with your cool sunglasses. Your precious eyes protected from the unrelenting beams of sunlight. While your deliciously adorable baby was squinting uncomfortably like a madman.
How thoughtless can you be?
It reminds of a line from the movie Parenthood. “You know, Mrs. Buckman, you need a license to buy a dog, to drive a car – hell, you even need a license to catch a fish. But they’ll let any butt-reaming asshole be a father.”
Luckily for you, I don’t punch people. And I honestly wish nothing but miracles for you and your family.
But please use your head. Please.
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