Every Thursday for 1.5 hours, I get to sit at the library without being interrupted, while The Violinist is practicing Life Smarts. Last Thursday I crocheted a baby hat in less than an hour and had more time to kill, so decided to get up and look around. A young man, early 20’s, comes up to me and tells me the man sitting across from me kept staring at my awesome, bodacious beauty and I should be careful. Ok, he didn’t say awesome, bodacious beauty, but I know that is what he meant. On the way home I asked The Violinist what she thought about having strange men stare at her hot mama. Her reply, “MOOOOMMMMM! I don’t want to talk about it!”
Pea #2 now orders Chicken Phalanges at restaurants instead of chicken fingers.
My family has asked why am I reading Beyond The Body Farm, by Bill Bass and Jon Jefferson. I said it is neat how they find information to solve mysteries just by looking at bones. My son replies, “Mom, just that fact that you think it is neat, is deeply disturbing.”
The son has a screen saver that looks like a sticky note. It says’, “Ahhh! Good Morning. I see the assassins have failed.”
During a night time drive with Pea #2, I was able to help her get over one of her concerns. She felt sorry for ALL the people who had to stay up all night and change all the traffic light from green, to yellow, to red. She was happy to learn that they are all electronic and no one has to flip the switch. I should have told her it was true and she should wave to all the people behind the pretty lights and wave.
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