We finally have LID.
10-28-10
And honestly, I'm still quite calm about the whole timing thing.
Not sure if that's a sign of my super spirituality or
me feeling like,
what the heck are we doing?
More the latter than the former, I'm certain.
But, oh well.
What kind of faith is involved in doing things that feel safe?
On the other hand,
what the heck are we doing?
Just kidding.
(hee)
So speaking of children,
I remembered something my oldest said to me as
he and I were driving to his college visit.
I asked him to pass me a napkin because my fingers were greasy.
Delicious McD hashbrowns, ya know?
Stop judging me.
He said,
"Mom, just wipe your hands on your jeans."
Me,
"Brenden! I just put these clean jeans on an hour ago,
I'm not wiping my hands on them."
Bren,
"No, mom...you just carefully wipe your fingers on the seams,
then no one will notice."
Me,
"Oh. Huh. Brilliant."
This is the same child who couldn't figure out why his
jeans were so annoyingly short all of a sudden.
Til I asked him what size they were.
34/32.
"Brenden, you wear 32/34. You have on your dad's jeans."
That's it for now, folks.
Sorry, that's the best I could come up with.
I got nothing else.
You get what you pay for.
10-28-10
And honestly, I'm still quite calm about the whole timing thing.
Not sure if that's a sign of my super spirituality or
me feeling like,
what the heck are we doing?
More the latter than the former, I'm certain.
But, oh well.
What kind of faith is involved in doing things that feel safe?
On the other hand,
what the heck are we doing?
Just kidding.
(hee)
So speaking of children,
I remembered something my oldest said to me as
he and I were driving to his college visit.
I asked him to pass me a napkin because my fingers were greasy.
Delicious McD hashbrowns, ya know?
Stop judging me.
He said,
"Mom, just wipe your hands on your jeans."
Me,
"Brenden! I just put these clean jeans on an hour ago,
I'm not wiping my hands on them."
Bren,
"No, mom...you just carefully wipe your fingers on the seams,
then no one will notice."
Me,
"Oh. Huh. Brilliant."
This is the same child who couldn't figure out why his
jeans were so annoyingly short all of a sudden.
Til I asked him what size they were.
34/32.
"Brenden, you wear 32/34. You have on your dad's jeans."
That's it for now, folks.
Sorry, that's the best I could come up with.
I got nothing else.
You get what you pay for.