the wiener mom is SO glad that she amuses you so

An open letter to the chucklers/smirkers/et. al:

When you see me struggling through Target with my small, but powerful wiener patrol and you chuckle to yourself, I can see that.

When I am carrying an upside down wiener who is screaming to "Walk, walk, walk" straight into traffic and you smirk to yourself, I can actually see that too.

When I am superivsing a collection of very bored, over-tired wieners at the Home Depot while we wait for Daddy Wiener for a very, very, very looooong time and they are amusing themselves by turning on every single tacky Christmas knick-knack at the same time, and you elbow your companion and share a chuckle, I can see that too.

When you see me forcibly loading my coalition into the wienermobile (no not that one) as they swing at me and hurl insults at the disgrace of abiding by the martial law of the carseat and you chuckle and shake your head, guess what...
Yeah. I did.

When you see us racing turtles down the sidewalk and losing, and you say "ahhh, those were the days, that's not so bad- at least you aren't laughing.

I guess what I am trying to say is I am glad that my life is so g. damn amusing to you. I'm so glad that my sometime misery can provide you with a brief moment of entertainment. I only wish that I could share with you the perpetual joy that comes from these daily experiences.
No, really, I actually do. Any takers?