- How desperate are you to Blog? Try putting your laptop on your lap. Then put a 10 pound jack russell across your lap and your arms, just your fingers reaching out to the keyboard. And put an 80 pound lab to your left, resting her head on the side of the keyboard and snoring. Now type and surf.
- Helllllooooooo didn't I say that? Leaving the house yesterday morning:
ME: Son do you have all your rugby gear for your game tonight? [b/c I am not going to your game I'm letting you take the car [egad] while I drive your sister and her friend to shop and to practice and to shop and to dinner....so I am not available]
ME: Do you have under armor?
Son (rolling eyes) YES
ME:Do you have shorts and socks and everything
SON: YES ALREADY
text this afternoon...
SON: So mom if and when you come to my game can you pls bring underarmor its cold
ME: whaaaaaat you said you had it ...
SON: well I have short sleeves but it's cold 2nite...
ME: [grumble grumble insert wild mommy unpublishable texting here]
.... few minutes later...
SON: oh and pls bring socks I can't find mine
ME: WTF I thought you "packed everything.?!"
SON: Yeah I owe you big mommy. I love you
ME: sighhhhhhhI'll be right there...and you owe me a foot rub...
- And in case you're wondering no Daughter doesn't listen either
ME: and all your school stuff? metro card? money?
Daughter: YES YES AND YES SHEESSH LEAVE ME ALONE>
ME: as Daughter opens front door.... DO YOU HAVE YOUR PHONE?
me, 2 minutes later as I walk through foyer on my way upstairs...and see Daughter's phone on the floor where she left it...
the phone now? Mine. She can have it back next week. So Friends? STOP TEXTING HER.