Well, Twindaddy is doing this challenge where you talk about songs and what they meant to you and crap like that. Or something. All I know is that it means prompts for like 25 days so everyone cheer. Oh woot.
I figure I can crank out 25 songs based on that, and every one will be the Gambler. Know when to hold ’em. Right, so here are the prompts if you’re stupid enough to play along.
Oh yeah prompts.
Go to Twindaddy’s blog for more information. Cause I really can’t be bothered. Oh, look, another random Grumpy Cat gif.
So get ready for . . . whatever. If you want to join in for some strange reason, go to his blog and you can get more details that might actually matter. Here’s another old friend.
There should be some way to end this post . . .
This morning I was getting ready, sitting on the edge of my bed, minding my own business when my darling eight-year-old, Thing Two, who had been lying in wait under my covers, decided to leap out and yell “Boo!”
As a parent in this situation do you:
A) Smack the daylights out of your child with the hardest pillow you can find.
B) Yell at your child stuff like “Do you want to kill me?” and “I brought you into this world, now you’re going out.” etc.
C) Scream from fright because you are jumpy anyway and this didn’t freaking help, then turn around to do both A and B and see that cute smile on said child’s face. The same cuteness that has kept mothers from every species from eating their young. And you just sigh instead. And then, ten minutes later, your older child asks if you’re okay, cause you screamed ya know. Ten minutes ago.
So how was your morning?