Make New ifriends Monday: Unknown Mami

A bag on her face, a baby in her arms,
even undercover you'll fall for her charms.

She's funny, she's witty, her pictures are dope,
I know you will love her, at least that's what I hope!

Thanks UM for hookin' it up today!

* check her out here: Unknown Mami



Wait don’t go! Do not call the police! I am not robbing the place. If I was I would not bring a baby with me.
I know it’s a little off putting to stop by a friend’s place and be greeted by a stranger wearing a paper bag over her head, but I swear I’m an invited guest at Casa de Dummies. If you just give me a moment I will explain. You see last week I got a comment on my blog Unknown Mami from parenting BY dummies.OMG, how rude! I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Unknown Mami, pleased to meet you and this is my daughter Put Pie. Anyway, I got this comment:
(big, deep breath) I was wondering if you would like to write a guest post for me? …Pretty please? On hands and knees begging right now. Holding my breath...
I was worried the woman would pass out on my floor and then I’d have to throw a rug over her and hope no one noticed the uneven texture so of course I said yes. Not really. What I really thought was I better say yes before she changes her mind. So here I am! Woo hoo!!! Another Dummy in da house!
I was told I could write about anything I wanted and I could even include pictures. Hmmm. I guess I’ll share a story that happened while I was pregnant and the hormones were driving me cuckoo and making me act like a dummy.
My husband, Unknown Papi, went out one night, which he rarely did during my pregnancy. He came back with a slice of pizza for me. When he offered it to me, I asked if he would warm it up. Gracious husband that he is, of course he did. Paranoid hormonal pregnant woman that I was, I said, "Did you wash your hands before handling the pizza? I don't want to get sick."

He replied, "Don't worry, I'm going to serve it to you with my ass cheeks not my hands."

Well, I lost it. Full blown hysterics. Crying, fighting, you name it. He tried to explain to me that he was joking. I told him that if it was funny, I would have laughed.

My hormones did not see the humor until I started telling other people and every single one of them would just crack up. They were hysterical too, but in a good way.

And now for pictures:





This is where I live. Isn’t it beautiful?
Well, I’ve really enjoyed my visit at Casa de Dummies. I am officially inviting you over to my place whenever you like. Don’t be a stranger. Mi casa es su casa! I guess it’s more like mi blogo es su blogo. I love company and I promise my husband will not serve snacks with his ass cheeks. Adios.

Wanna have your turn on PBD as an ifriend guest poster?

'Course you do, silly.

You get a day all to yourself over here, and a Dumb Mom original poem written specifically about you.

With those kinda perks, you really can't afford to pass up an opportunity like this.

Seriously.

Have your people call my people.

Or, you can just shoot me an email (parentingbydummies{at}gmail{dot}com)
saying you're dying to be down with the SO NOT dumb PBD ifriends club.

And, don't worry, after a week of intense hazing, you'll get in, everyone does!