Why was six afraid of seven?
Because seven “ate” nine.
Ba dump bump!
I’m way behind on my Blog Dare.
Day 7 was about something I need daily. That should have been a no brainer. Readers know I need coffee, cigs, bacon, and the occasional Krispy Kreme.
Day 8 Too Much TV. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve been visiting Queenie more because of her HD TV. That thing is AWESOME. When I watched Judge Judy, you could see every vein pop, bead of sweat, and and shaking hand. The football game was so vibrant, it was like being in the stadium, I thought I was there with Tebow.
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I watch entirely too much TV. I can just about predict the fathers on Maury (shifty side eye), can tell what episode of American Dad! is on by the first few words, and my DVR is 73% full.
Day 9: When The Boy went on his Harry Potter kick, we all had to be careful. He was intent on making Polyjuice Potion, and I indulged him because he was A) reading B) not aggravating The Teen, and C) it’s fiction.
Imagine my surprise when I went to clean his room and found a container of Capri Sun under the bed. It had some hair in it, a bit of herbs from the garden, and some other stuff I was afraid to explore further. He was trying to make the potion to be his sister because she gets to do “everything.” When I asked what that meant, he said she stays up late, can use her computer whenever, and now can drive. Since she’s 16, uh, yeah, she has more freedom.
The Teen has always told me I’m corny or her favorite, “Extra.” Daily I’m told that I’m extra, asked why am I so extra, and chided for being extra.
On a spree to conquer Mount Laundry I entered her room to search for towels and sheets. Lo and behold, half of my wardrobe was mixed with hers. I wish she’d stay the bleep out of my closet. Although it is kind of sweet that she finds me stylish enough to cop my clothes.