To anyone creating a “New Parent Boot Camp” I’d like to offer my children as Drill Sergeants. Anyone who can discipline my kids with a straight face automatically graduates.
Rick: “Roman, why did you hit your sister??”
Rick: “Bella, honey, are you ok? Roman! Tell her you are sorry!”
Roman: “I just farted. I gonna play my dwums now.”
Me: “Bella, you’ve been in your room for 20 minutes! We have to leave for school, why do you only have ONE SHOE ON???”
Bella: “Yesterday at school I had sausage for breakfast. It was the color of wheat.”
I recently read an interview with the lead singer of Def Leopard about how aging rock stars still kick ass. And he’s right. My hubs and I saw Aerosmith a few months ago (my fave band EVER!) and they still ROCK. At dinner Saturday night the SAME topic came up which lead to us pondering what it would be like if Axl Rose rolled out on stage in a Rascal… you know it’ll happen. And I want to be there when it does.
Is it common knowledge that you should avoid a gas pump where someone is already using the pump on the other side, if possible? Every time I pump gas in that situation the gas pumps sooooooo sloooooowly. I feel like this might be something I’m supposed to know? Side note, you’d think I would have learned by now to go to another, unused pump. Obviously, I need more time.
Another topic that came up Saturday night at dinner was Taylor Swift. The hilarious consensus was that if you say you don’t like Taylor Swift, you’re lying to yourself. After a brief survey over Facebook (the statistically accurate and scientifically accepted way to survey the populous now) it appears this hypothesis holds water.
That phrase makes me think of this:
Which makes me think of this:
Then I can’t stop laughing and my makeup runs and I look like a disaster and I need to go home because I’m useless for the rest of the day.
Happy Tuesday… I hope it has been random and pretty (pretty cray-cray!).