Dear Soccer Mom,
In case your can't read it...
... they really loved the socks though.
(In truth the girls were sincerely grateful for Poofa's gifts to them. It was just a tough day at school.)
“Is Miss D hotter than your mommy?”
Oh look. My schedule for Wednesday is clear all day.
“Can I sit up front too?”
“Sure. Fine. Whatever floats your boat, kid.”
“You talk too much,” I said interrupting her description of her teacher’s Miniature Yorkie.
“Yeah, I know,” she replied as if to say, what did you expect.
“I love you.”
“Yeah, I know. I love you too.” She wore a fat grin. “Can I get ice cream?”
“A Hannah Montana magazine?”
“No.” But once we were in store, I let her push the cart and pick out her favorite pizza for dinner.
By the way, I hope none of your rides are like this one:
When I watched this the first time, there were a couple frames that seemed a bit fuzzy so I had a buddy over in Homeland Security blow them up for me.
Yeah, that's what I thought....
...Superman doesn't like picking up after the girls any more than I do.
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Me: Hey, Noah. How's it going.
Noah: Not too good. Harrison and I got into fight and mom just happened to pick that moment to show up. Here's the thing, I was trying to get him to calm down, but mom said she wasn't going to hear any of it.
Me: Why did Harrison need to be calmed down?
Noah: He was playing video games and Sawyer was on the same team and kept shooting his guy; so Harrison got ticked off and starting shooting Sawyer's guy over and over and over. When I tried get him to stop he started swinging. He hit me in the back of the head with a toy pizza and that sucker hurt. I was just defending myself.
Me: Are you eating something?
Noah: Yeah, Chips. chomp, chomp.
Me: What's your brother saying? He sounds pretty upset.
Noah: Oh jeez I don't know. He's been going through one of those emotional phases of his.
Me: Noah, where are you?
Noah: In the bathroom.
Me: Wait. You're talking to me on the phone; you're eating chips; and you're going to the bathroom at the same time?
Noah: Chomp, chomp. Gulp. Grunnnnnnt. Hey, it's not like I sit in here all day like you.
On a totally unrelated note, I posted some relevant information over at Sugar Milk in case you're interested.
“What were you two doing in your room?” I asked.
I closed my eyes and sighed again.
I apologize in advance to my Canadian readers if you are unable to see the videos. Is there a solution to this I am not aware or?
The Meaning of Sparkly Glow-ee
* Shameless self-promotion warning: The Sharpie marker story is a tale I go into more detail about in Sugar Milk
I saw this trailer yesterday and the world stopped...
Reasons I have to see this movie:
1. George Clooney
2. Jeff Bridges + Big Lebowski + the Army = WIN!
3. The subject matter: I was an Infantry Captain and my dad was a Green Beret
4. It's basically a true story.
5. The First Earth Battalion? Priceless.
6. No Duggars were conceived during the filming of this movie--no wait, I'm wrong.
7. My schedule for 6 November is wide open.
8. I'll have saved enough money by then to afford it (thank you, paper route & lemonade stand).
9. To see that goat fall over again.
10. It's piss-your-pants funny.
I'm reserving a copy of the book at the library as we speak.