Dear G.I. Joe Guy


Dear G.I. Joe Guy,

If it’s not too much to ask, I need you to stop invading my territory. I know you’re a soldier and all, but you and all your little buddies (including the samurai) really need to remain in your own camp. Please run your deep-sea diving drills elsewhere…you’ve clogged up the toilets one too many times! Please refrain from your chemical weapons research…it’s obviously a lot easier for you all to dive into the shampoo bottles than it is for me pull you back out! And please, for God’s sake, stop with the subterranean excavations…I am so tired of digging you guys out of my protein powder!

Seriously, enough is enough! What do I have to do? File a complaint with your General? Have a little word with your Commanding Officer? Come to think of it…those two guys are probably behind this whole operation! Yes indeed, General D’Lo and Commanding Officer Adarius…the real masterminds behind this mission. You guys are going down!

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The Sparrows are happily married, and the parents of five children. Donna and her husband Antonio are college sweethearts who also raised his seven siblings, many with special needs, for nearly two decades. Along the way they have navigated the ups and downs of being a blended, black, white, and brown family. Donna celebrates each day of blessings and embraces her family’s “interraciality” through poetry, anecdotes, and glimpses into her beautifully chaotic life on her blog at www.ThisNest.com
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2 Responses to Dear G.I. Joe Guy

  1. What on earth!? LOL! That’s a new one! 😉

  2. LOL!! You’ve brought back some very precious memories, Donna! Between this and your Power Rangers Power-Nap photos I am laughing with joy at the memory of my own son when he was younger. GI Joes, Army guys, Power Rangers and a magnetic Spider-man were always EVERYWHERE except in the toy box. Spidey, in particular, would end up fighting crime in the weirdest places because his hands and feet were magnetic. I’d wonder, “How did Spidey get on the shower rod?” and end up being glad I hadn’t seen my son climbing on the toilet, risking his neck, to get Spidey up there! Thanks for making me remember and laugh <3

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