In an effort to inject some mirth into this downtrodden, painful existence I seem to be describing of late....here is an example of the sort of thing you have to laugh at, lest you cry, when living in a home full of boys....who no doubt someday will be able to demonstrate the fierce love they actually have for one another...
Here's the sort of thing I overhear, frequently, from the other room....
#2: Stop it, idiot!
#3: I'm not doing anything!
#2: Whatever (thud, slap, or crashing sound is heard at this point)
#3: Your mom's a weirdo!
#4: Shut up...I can't hear the freakin' movie!
There's more.....I usually allow it to go on a bit longer in hopes it will resolve itself and quiet movie watching will resume....sometimes that happens....sometimes not and I have to call "jump ball" and figure out which one got sent to their room the last time and send the other one this time. One of those little arrow thingies they use at the games would be helpful to me....although I'm sure they'd find a way to corrupt which way the arrow was pointing, thus starting an entirely NEW argument.
Are you laughing yet? I'm hysterical. *geez*
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