tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482554.post2373714596737537244..comments2009-02-20T13:24:28.639-06:00random_mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02948697189782975460noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482554.post-36213824619520034212009-02-20T13:23:00.000-06:002009-02-20T13:23:00.000-06:00I think Buddha will turn out just fine. Hell, when I was 5, I thought my dad was a carpet repairman, instead of the hotel's general manager.<BR/><BR/>Because every time I'd go to work with him and he'd spot a whole or spot on the carpet on his walk-through, he'd mutter to himself "I need to take care of that..."<BR/><BR/>My mom found out about this when my kindergarten teacher asked her if she could bring some carpet samples to school for an art project. And my mom was all like "why the f would I have carpet samples?" (except my mom probably didn't curse, because 1) she's not a potty mouth and 2) she's too uppity to talk to a kindergarten teacher like that even in her wildest dream)<BR/><BR/>And the teacher said "duh, your husband's job as a carpet repairman."<BR/><BR/>And I turned out (mostly) alright.<BR/><BR/>What do you mean you're all worried now?Catwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940610487627745711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31482554.post-10335616835501423812009-02-17T21:18:00.000-06:002009-02-17T21:18:00.000-06:00That's too funny! <BR/><BR/>I think husband has one of those jobs where he could tell you, but then he would have to kill you....I'm a Mom!..?http://www.blogger.com/profile/14712296555289580277noreply@blogger.com