2 sad tales, but not really.
These stories are so sad you might want to grab your tissues. (just kidding)
Once upon a time last week I went to a 2 day conference for my career. The first night I didn't get home until like 7pm, and stopped at Target on the way in for some tater tots and chocolate milk (it's just what sounded good!). I run upstairs and flip on the lightswitch: dead. The electricity is OUT. Curses. I am starving. So I wait like 10 minutes, maybe 15. Can't wait any longer so 2 full bowls of Cherrios win as dinner. I ate it in the dark with a flashlight.
Obviously, 2 seconds after I finish eating the lights come back on. Darn it, I'm full and now it's just time to go to bed. I was extremely disappointed. My palette just wanted some savory salty goodness. This week we had those tater tots with a meal and they didn't even taste that good. Darn. I am over it. Just think its a good enough story to document :)
2nd sob story really was a little more sad. Today W and I went to the library for story time. He wasn't interested, I think he thought I was going to leave him there. So in the corner, we sneakily ate our granola bar and read a few books with dogs in them, of course! We got Tarzan for W to watch and 2 Ocean's movies for me to watch this weekend as a lone woman. Then we go to the park. Pretty soon a gaggle of young boys show up and one, maybe 3 or 4 years old, walks right up to W and says "Hey ____(brother/cousin), he (pointing to W) has a fat head!" Laugh, laugh. "Look at his fat head!" Laugh laugh. I am sitting there straining myself to really believe that this little child is saying "fat head" about my son!! So he starts to say it again and I look at him and ask "He has what?" And after a few seconds he says "He just has a bigger head than I do." So I told him that wasn't very nice to say. He was really a sweet little kid, but someone must call him a fat head or something! It was a sad witness of my child's first making fun-of moment. Good thing he's oblivious at the moment.
On to happier thoughts, here I am at 26 weeks, and Mad at 37. She is getting so close, we are so excited for her!! I played photographer for she & Stu. Got some great shots.
Once upon a time last week I went to a 2 day conference for my career. The first night I didn't get home until like 7pm, and stopped at Target on the way in for some tater tots and chocolate milk (it's just what sounded good!). I run upstairs and flip on the lightswitch: dead. The electricity is OUT. Curses. I am starving. So I wait like 10 minutes, maybe 15. Can't wait any longer so 2 full bowls of Cherrios win as dinner. I ate it in the dark with a flashlight.
Obviously, 2 seconds after I finish eating the lights come back on. Darn it, I'm full and now it's just time to go to bed. I was extremely disappointed. My palette just wanted some savory salty goodness. This week we had those tater tots with a meal and they didn't even taste that good. Darn. I am over it. Just think its a good enough story to document :)
2nd sob story really was a little more sad. Today W and I went to the library for story time. He wasn't interested, I think he thought I was going to leave him there. So in the corner, we sneakily ate our granola bar and read a few books with dogs in them, of course! We got Tarzan for W to watch and 2 Ocean's movies for me to watch this weekend as a lone woman. Then we go to the park. Pretty soon a gaggle of young boys show up and one, maybe 3 or 4 years old, walks right up to W and says "Hey ____(brother/cousin), he (pointing to W) has a fat head!" Laugh, laugh. "Look at his fat head!" Laugh laugh. I am sitting there straining myself to really believe that this little child is saying "fat head" about my son!! So he starts to say it again and I look at him and ask "He has what?" And after a few seconds he says "He just has a bigger head than I do." So I told him that wasn't very nice to say. He was really a sweet little kid, but someone must call him a fat head or something! It was a sad witness of my child's first making fun-of moment. Good thing he's oblivious at the moment.
On to happier thoughts, here I am at 26 weeks, and Mad at 37. She is getting so close, we are so excited for her!! I played photographer for she & Stu. Got some great shots.
Comments
Post a Comment