I ain't really got nuttin' fer ya.
You see, it's "Finding the Funny" day, so I like to pop up in the blogosphere on Wednesdays to be a part of that mess. I usually try to think of something creative to put in this spot above "Finding the Funny", but, you see, my mind is full.
My mind is full of pictures of houses, prices of houses, square feet of houses, whether or not said house has a detached garage, whether or not the seller of the house has a clean shower, whether or not said house includes this, that and 'tother. We have been looking and looking for a house. We have come so very, very close to getting some, but it seems every house we like, someone else likes it and gets it before we do.
Little farts.
I want a house already.
So, as I sit here trying to be creative all I can think about is the house and, well, how...
-the other day my 4-year-old came up to me very early the other morning and said, "Bubba thinks you look like a witch when you wake up, but I told him you didn't."
-my kids think they can get a new toy every place we go to because most of theirs are packed up. Even the haircut place has toys for kids, which is taking it a hair too far. (A HAIR! TOO FAR!)
-a particular house we liked (but didn't get) had a house across the street from it that was recently busted for growing pot in every square inch of the entire place
-it would have been the first time I knocked on the pot grower neighbor's house to borrow sugar
-much of a bummer it will be when my kids aren't impressed with the ol' "Go pick one toy and it can be ANY to you want in the whole place" when we go to the dollar store
-awesome it was that I had my SITS day yesterday and saw names in here that I never, ever, ever have seen before in my whole entire life
-babies probably hate it when you sing lullabies to them in your Mr. T voice
-the fruit farmers need to tone it down a notch on their fruit breeding:
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| An aprium? A PLUMCOT?! I tell you what, if I hear of an apnana, I'm gonna make a scene right in the produce aisle! *I'll show them a flavor grenade, if you know what I mean, and I know you don't because that sentence made no sense but I decided to keep it in there because it made me sound edgy and don't you hate run-on sentences like this one? |
That's all I got.
Meeting adjourned.
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10 comments:
There really are toys given out everywhere to kids and where there aren't there are lollipops given instead. My backseat is littered with them.
Did I wish you a Happy Sits Day over here in the Break Room? I mean, I did over *there* @ SITS, but now I'm uncertain if I did over *here.* So Happy Sits Day. Again. Also - Even when you've got nothin', it's still pretty gosh darned hysterical. xo
I'm going to use the phrase "I'll show you a flavor grenade" all day and see if anyone gives me the crazy eyes. Probably not - I say a lot of stuff that doesn't make sense. Good luck finding a house! I don't miss that process one bit - last time I did it I almost gave up and lived in my car.
Wait. Babies don't like it when you sing to them in a Mr. T voice? Good luck with the house hunting!
You know...there might just be a market for a CD of lullbies sung acapella only in a Mr. T voice. Could be lucrative...
Oh gotta love the things kids say! Glad your 4 year old said you didn't look like a witch!
A cross between a peach and a mango might be tasty too. A Pea-go. Never mind. Now that I hear it I'm having second thoughts.
A little girl once walked up to my mother in a Cheesecake Factory bathroom and asked her if she was a witch. She said "yes."
Aaah, house hunting. We looked for over a yr for our house (a few yr b/4 the bubble burst) when there were bidding wars galore. We finally got our house b/c nobody else wanted it I guess. We bid on nearly every single house we saw for a YEAR & couldn't get any of them. We got our house b/c it was the only one that accepted our bid. The good thing is you already sold yours. Good luck.
Cantamelons and waterloupes, yum
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