Dear Lord baby Jesus, we thank you so much for this bountiful harvest of Dominos, KFC, and the always delicious Taco Bell. I just want to take time to say thank you for my family. My two sons, Walker, and Texas Ranger, or TR as we call him. And of course my red hot smokin' wife Carley, who is a stone cold fox.
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Dear Lord,
Please may mom not bring out a roast wiener crown.
Amen.
With apologies to Maryann...
As Tom bowed his head in prayer and looked lovingly at his family, he was thankful his wife didn't question his outings with Jim.
OMG I AM SO CRACKING UP! Thank you Mary, for the hilarious Walker TR post, and thank you "mom" for making me laugh so hard I started having a coughing fit! I really must come up with something to top you both, however. After all, I do actually get paid money to caption greeting cards for a side job... Really.
Little Katie prays EXTRA hard this time that Mommy won't spike Daddy's food with arsenic over the "Uncle Jim" episode like she did over the "Uncle Danny" episode.
Such a fun blog, I'm having a ball going through the archives. Yea!
Brother: Dear God, please yank that ridiculous bow out of my sister's head.
Sister: Dear God, what happened to that pony that I pray for every night?
Dad: If I pretend to pray maybe the fam won't catch me trying to stuff this Snicker's bar into my mouth. Damn! Won't that woman learn to cook?!
Mom: Dear God... What the...? Is he trying to stuff a candy bar into his mouth. After I spent all day on Eggs a la King. Oh no he didn't!
Thank you for that big smile!
Dear Lord,
Will you please bring mommy some new shoes that don't hurt her bunions? And could you also please make my hair straight like Cindy Lou's instead of curly like that stinky Mary Catherine's? And will you please keep us safe from any radiation poisoning in case the Commies nuke us? Because even though daddy is working on it every week, he still hasn't finished our bomb shelter.
Amen
Tom meant to pray
"and thank you God for sending us Jane a beautiful wife and mother."
but what came out was
"and thanks for screwing up my whole life."
Dear God, we've all been praying for hours on end now, and I still don't see a frigging turkey with cranberrysause on the table. What gives, Lord?
Can't... Get... Bill's... Corset... Out... Of... My... Head.
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