inspired by nikya one busy knife-ful monday morning. to the tune of "jingle bells"... you know you want to sing it aloud.
Dashing down the pier
with a suitcase full of knives.
I have to catch this plane
which leaves at half-past five.
I've flown with this before.
I don't have time for this.
Why do you people pick on me;
do I look like a terrorist?
Oh, TSA, TSA: all you people suck!
Thousands Stand Around all day just to make a buck.
TSA, TSA: all you people suck!
You only Throw our Stuff Away just to make a buck.
I wrapped my cash in foil
and shoved it down my pants.
You made me take it out;
what the hell is wrong with that?
You stripped me of my watch,
my cell phone and my shoes.
What else should I take off today?
Do my shirt and pants go too?!
details of a domestic goddess
- part-time SAHM to four kids: Bear (96), Schmoo (99), Hercules (01), and Princess (02). I wear many hats, including that of the chef, maid, nanny, chauffeur, accountant, triage nurse, laundress, educator, admin assistant, maintenance, gardener, weekend warrior, and just mom too. when i'm not busy momming, i get up at 2am to go to work as an international spy.