Thursday, April 15, 2010
I normally don't get embarrassed about buying the more personal items. I buy maxi-pads and toilet paper all the time and I'll bet a million dollars that the ladies behind the cash registers have used both at least once. (I can't speak for the gentlemen.)
It's easy when these products are put on the conveyor belt with a few friends to keep them company. I tend to have about a dozen other things on the belt that help draw the attention away from the economy sized package of birth control. "Let's see, I need eggs...milk...flour...new socks...(this giant box of rubbers)...and Pez! Yep, that's all for today."
It works for me. The box doesn't call attention to itself and practically sing to the rest of the store, "Guess who's getting lucky tonight?!" However...
When you show up with Trojans, K-Y, and a big bottle of Jose Cuervo, at the checkout, everyone KNOWS what you're doing with your Friday night. Of course, when you make this purchase at the express lane, the question that begs to be asked is "Will you be able to wait until you get to the car?"
The Barely Legal To Drink kid standing next to me with his OWN prophylactic/alcohol power duo in hand, caught my eye for an instant before he resumed his intense study of the floor tiles. I wish I could say I was cool enough to at least wink at him and tell him to have a great night. Alas, I was not. I merely turned six shades of red as I made my purchase, remembering my frequent shopper card and a "$5 off a $25 purchase" coupon. (Score!)
Oh, yeah. That's dead sexy.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
This is an older piece, but it still makes me giggle.
At bedtime tonight my three-year-old says, "My bottom hurts."
Me: "It does? Why?" (I know the answer.)
Three year old: "Because I didn't wipe it enough."
Me, nodding, "Oh. Well, what should we do now?"
"Make it better," she says.
"Okay," I reply, "Can you bring me what I need?"
"Yes! Shoo-were! I'll get the Andy Owntment!" (That's A&D Ointment to anyone over the age of three.)
"Okay, sweetie. Hurry back."
Time passes and as I finish tucking the older two into their beds, Three-Year-Old enters the room without the miracle-working, bottom-soothing, baboon-butt cure-all.
Me: "Samantha, couldn't you find it, honey?"
Three Year Old shrugs and says, "Well, I found THIS."
*cue giggling from the other two*
I look at the older girls sternly for a moment and then back to Three-Year-Old.
"What will that do?" I ask.
"Fix it," she says, clarifying, "Tape it." (Her tone seems to imply that Mommy is completely daft...Really, Mother.)
*raucous laughter from seven and nine year old roommates*
"Oh, I see. Well, honey, we can't fix bottoms with tape...
...and that's a CASSETTE tape."
Monday, April 12, 2010
Fade in: My living room. Picture me cuddling with my seven year old and my nine year old daughters. Enter husband, wearing serious face.
"Honey, you'll want to come see this."
I followed him to the kitchen, where my husband, soul-mate, sugar daddy said, "That's pee on the floor," as he made a grand, sweeping gesture with his hand. Yes, indeedily, it certainly was pee, and a good portion of the kitchen floor and a step-stool were covered with it. The dog hasn't hosed down a room like that in some time and quite frankly, the husband hasn't either. I knew who the culprit was by the fact that the dog wasn't the only pantless one in the kitchen. I looked at the guilty three-year-old Samantha and said, "Sam, did you pee on the floor?" She said, "Yes, but I said I was sorry." This surprised me (marking her territory on the linoleum, not her apology) and I asked her why she would do that. Sam looked up from cleaning her mess like a miniature Cinderella and said, "Well, I had to GO." ...Um...Yeah. Okay, that served me right for asking a three-year-old to explain herself.
Fast forward five minutes.
Back to the kitchen to refill my water. Seeing the monster of a dog, I give him a pat on the head as I pass. His head is damp. Wha...? *double take* "How did your head get...Oh, no." I smelled his furry melon and sure enough, that unmistakeable odor reached my nose. Lovely. Just lovely.
"SAM?!" *walks quickly to the living room where Sam sits watching t.v. with her sisters*
"Why is Brinkley's head wet?"
"He got it wet," said Sam.
"Yes, I know, but HOW did he get it wet, Samantha?"
Child makes up story quicker than you can blink..."He put his head in his water bowl."
I said, "No, his head is wet on TOP. How did that happen?"
Oldest sister Madison pipes up, "Sam, if you tell the truth you won't get in trouble." (Yes! Good thinking, Madison. That's how we'll get it out of her! I was just about to get the folding chair, rubber hose and a VERY bright light.)
Sam confesses. "Yes, I pee-peed on the doggy's head." (Mommy hides behind a pillow, giggling silently, thinking "Remember, you're her mother. Laugh later.")
"WHY did you pee on the dog's head?"
Sam, very matter-of-fact, shrugs her shoulders, explaining, "Because it was kinda FUNNY."
Note: Sam has apologized to the dog and promised not to pee on anyone ever again. Madison and I have recovered from our fits of laughter out of Sam's earshot and the floor and dog are once again, clean and pee-free. Thanks for your support.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
I was having a(nother) piece of pizza at dinner tonight, despite the annoying little voice that said,
Yes. In my fevered frenzy of seasoning, the smallest particles of (really) crushed red pepper caught the wind of the ceiling fan and...I peppered myself.
"NO" means "NO". I get that now.
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