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Wacky Wednesday – Odds and Ends

Since this blog sat on my to do list for a while as I was busy living this life and journey, I’ve started out writing about the past. Most of it is pretty ugly. Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, my Wednesday posts will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

We had a pretty jam packed day recently. It seems That Little Girl may have inherited my mother and I’s tendency to start getting really silly when she starts to get tired. By late afternoon, she was really getting crazy. These are just a couple of quotes from about a thirty minute span that afternoon. To know her is to love her and if you do know her you will understand just how she delivered these and it will probably be funnier for those of you who know us in real life. I apologize to the rest of you.

While she was hanging upside down off the loveseat, That Guy walks by and says, “Careful, if you hurt your neck you won’t be able to do anything.” I added, “Like dance or soccer.” That Guy really drove the point home and said, “Just lay in bed.” Me, “Forever”. Her response, “Until I’m old and gray?” Once we we got that cleared up, she continued about her normal busy-ness.

Shortly, she was with my dad and for some reason chewing on her hair. Grandpa says, “Move your hair out of your face so it doesn’t get in your mouth. Let’s put that barrette in, now.” That Little Girl, “Or what? I’ll chew it all off and have a bulbed head like mama?” Yes, dear, that is exactly how we got to this point.

And then for some reason she retreated to her “dressing room”, which is the new name for her bedroom. She came out sans leggings with her tunic only on. I tried to explain to her that even though it was long, it was not a dress and she needed to get pants on. It wasn’t warm out. Her heiney needed to be covered. Went through all the standard reasons. She says, “Do your sensitive eyes see my panties? Do they? Can you see them from there with your sensitive eyes? No you can’t. See it’s a dress.”

 

 

 

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