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I can't wait to have the chance to offer to help out on school trips, i love the boystrous, mischevious inquisitiveness little kids have. They MUST find the answer to all their questions, whether it be through constant 'why?'s or physical adventures to find out.

I can't wait for conversations like this:

kid: ''Why is water wet mummy?''
me: ''ummmmm...because...er...the president says it is?''
kid: ''No mummy! that's not why!''
me: ''Ermmmm, because that's how it feels when you touch it, kinda like, when you touch playdough it's squigy...''
kid: ''Playdough isn't squigy! it's squashy!''

God...our kids are gonna run rings around me by the time they can talk...:eek:

:D

you won't be quite so pleased with it when this happens, and I promise you, it will. More than once.

:D
 
I swear, my kids cannot talk to me without prefacing it with Mom or Momma every single time.

the youngest has only done it once or twice, but Spawn? He used to irritate the shit outta me with "mama, mama, mama, mama...."
 
How do you clean an LED screen? It looked like someone touched my screen after fingerpainting with brownie mix!
 
Never thought I'd be so happy to see a thunderstorm...yay for cooling rain!!! [it was almost 98 here]
 
I'll think of you every time I eat cherries.

That day on your porch, when I was supposed to be leaving town in an hour and dropped by with a bag of cherries I had just picked and we sat on your porch and ate them, spitting the seeds over the rail, and you talked me into staying for hours instead of driving back down south... you made me remember what it's like to feel good.

So it's a good thing, eating cherries and thinking of you. That way, I'll always remember.
 
I took a good picture today. I won't mention the 711 that were average. I'll remember the one that was good enough.
 
I'm hobbling around, bent forward, grasping my lower back, and wincing.

Dr. Jones had better fucking do something about this on thursday...
 
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No, I do not want to have dinner with you. No, I don't want to do chit-chatting either. I have plans of my own already and they're far much more interesting. Not that it's any of your business anyway. Yes, I know you just came home. I heard you. And I bet the entire house heard you too.

Fuck off, learn to be considering, respect others' spaces, and leave me alone!
 
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