Dear Anonymous,

Many thanks, Love for your kind e-mail last week regarding this post. I thought of a number of ways to address your point(s) but have decided that ultimately, that would only get me one day closer to carpal tunnel surgery and you'd still be a big bitch.


That being said, you spoke, or typed, as the case may be, your peace, now it's my turn.


You are 100% correct in noting that money is not the root of a child's birthday celebration, which I believe I acknowledged in the referenced post. I know that, I'll even tell you HOW I know that.
When Daisy was turning 9 BS and I were broke. When I tell you broke I mean we were BROKE ramen- Noodle-eating-cut-open-the-toothpaste-tube-to-get-the-last-drop-don't-go-out-don't-buy-anything piss flucking poe.

For her birthday I had less than $20 to "throw" her a party. I did it. I did it by going to the Dollar Store and buying nail polish and various, age appropriate manicure tools. I bought four throw pillows that were so ugly they could have come out of Mrs. Roper's apartment, but they were 2 for $1. I bought a package of needles, a home sewing repair kit and spool of thread. With my remaining $10 I went to a giant superstore and bought three yards of cheap fabric, some popcorn, and miscellaneous groceries.

I allowed her to have three friends over. We played outside with sidewalk chalk. When we were done we "made" pillows. We sewed various patches and buttons to the new material and stuffed the ugly pillows inside them.

We made pizza, together, and all the girls got to make their own.

The girls did one an other's nails, and played with rollers and brushes making themselves look like crazy little girls they were.

As bed time approached we make a "tent" in the living room (which was also our dining room and kitchen at that point) and allowed the girls to camp out while falling asleep to an age appropriate movie.

I did it all.

For $20.00.

Do you know why? Because THAT is what a mother does. Truthfully anyone who has ever hosted a sleepover for a group of pre-pubesent girls can tell you that those $20 would have better served me in the form of a glass bottle with a cork in it. But that would have served ME, not my CHILD.)

In closing, and in an in an effort to remedy your "My Step Mother Hates Me" which, I might add is probably because your a whine-y little bitch soul I'd like to give you a little gift.

1. Too= as well or in addition to

2. Two= 2

3. You're= you are



Finally, if at any point in the future you feel the need to send a red-ass (I'd use the word scathing, but that would mean that your content had merit) e-mail to someone again, and do so by setting up an anonymous e-mail address; don't stay on that person's blog for 6 hours and 43 minutes from your place of work with a defined, non-static IP address. That blogger will know.


Warmly,

Minnie