I have a problem and it's now showing up in all areas of my life.I love my problem...and that's the problem.
I wear my problem for all to see.
I sit on my problem, or rather my kids do, yes I've even made it my kids problem.
People see my problem right when they come into my home.
My Grandma made a problem and then gave it to me.
Lots of people feed my problem.
My problem finds me where ever I go.
Even when I am not looking.
I can't keep it away.
I can't wipe it away.
Even my baby girl wears my problem and is friends with my problem.
How could she not when it comes disguised as cute clothing!
I even let my problem sneak into my bedroom.
I pin my problem on to my shirts (actually I don't, but lots of people seem to think I do and keep giving me these super cute pins)
I read about my problem.
I drink my problem...ur I mean out of my problem.
The toy box is the problem and is full of the problem.