Open Letter to the Crazy Crack-Head Lady

***Disclaimer: no, this is not about you. If you are on my blogroll, you are a friend...in real life or online, you are my friend. I honestly couldn't resist this today, it has to be done.

Dear Crazy Crack-Head Lady;

Oh my God!!! You are bat-shit crazy, not even the good kind of crazy now!!! Holy crap, get some help!!! I know you look all healthy and stuff, but clearly you are not...this isn't even funny anymore.

Yours tuly;

Kylie's Mom.

An Announcement

OK, I feel the need to clarify something: the Crazy Crack Head Lady isn't 'you', unless you live on my block and do stupid, crazy things...and you look like the cat lady from the Simpsons. I can also pretty well guarantee that you don't know her.

I don't gossip, I'm not catty or any of that other stereo-typical female bullshit, and I certainly wouldn't make fun of someone right under their nose. Of course, you don't know me IRL, only what you read online, so you don't know these things unless I tell you. So I will cease and desist with the Open Letters as I can see that it is causing some hurt feelings.

I had explained this before, but it was in the comments section, and I realize that everyone doesn't read those.

The end.

Dear Crazy Crack Head Lady;

Ha!!!! Ha ha ha ha.....oh my God, ha ha ha ha....

(wiping tear from my cheek) Ha ha ha ha ha ha... hee hee....hee...hee hee hee...

Oh dear...*sigh*...

Yours truly;

Kylie's Mom.

Once again, time for:

Dear Crazy Crack-Head Lady;

Are you kidding me?

Yours truly;

Kylie's Mom.

It's about that time...

Dear Crazy Crack-Head Lady;

I think you're crazy. Not the good kind of crazy, but the totally twisted, off-your-rocker kind of crazy.

But I enjoy your antics. You're crazy and entertaining, all wrapped up into one :D . Don't ever try all those silly pills you've been prescribed, ok?

Yours truly;

Kylie's Mom.