Happy Belated Anniversary Amy and Mr. Big Horns!!!
Hope yall had a great time Amy.
jamal said:
LaLaLaLaLa!! You can do it! It's easy down south. DH (Shrek) is already a master at this and we saw it last night too. Honestly, he could do the whole role if Larry the Cable Guy asks for too much money. Went to bed, woke up, and has been Tom-Mater ever since. Voice and all. I want to be
Jam-Mater for awhile here, OK? LaLa and
zzuB know why!
for
Little Yellow LaLa,
Jam-Mater
Hey
Jami! Thanks for the smilie. You know how I love em.
Well tell Shrek he has a twin (of sorts) because DS has been quoting Mater non stop since last night. It's really cute to hear him say "She likes me for my Baaahhhh-dy".
Lou said:
La, la, la ,la, la, la, la, la...........
Hey
LOU! I love it when you sing to me.
Okay, I'm gonna kick off the gross stories for today. Sorry, folks. I know it's Sunday but this one has to be told.
After church today, we went to eat lunch at the Mexican restaurant here in town. There was no waiting at all. We walked right in and sat down, which is very unusual. We were pleased that we "beat the Baptists" because the place is usually packed. That has no relevance to the story really, I just threw that in there for
ZZUB because I knew he'd be skimming. Anyway, after lunch we walked over to the Dollar Tree. We love the Dollar Tree and usually go nuts in there filling up our baskets with cheap crap that's just gonna break a week later. As I am holding two pair of flip flops for our upcoming beach trip in my hand and trying to decide which one looks
less cheap, DS come walking up. Well, truth be told, it wasn't just a normal walk. The child was power walking. With his legs together. He had a panicked look on his face and told me he had to go to the bathroom
right then. He was so serious he had even dropped the gallon sized bag of plastic spiders and bats he was having a love affair with earlier right where he stood. I tell him to come with me and we will go get the key to the restroom from the clerk. We walk up to the front and she is nowhere to be found. There is no one there except a bunch of customers at the register looking around just as confused as we are while they mumbled about bad service. I look down a few aisles with my poor son in tow. He is in full grunt at this point and literally freaking out. His face is contorting and turning red. The child is walking on his knees. I look at him and realize it's about to get ugly in the Dollar Tree. As I am trying my best to avoid a Code Red, the child's father is oblivious. During my store wide search for the clerk, I caught him lazily browsing the dollar book section without a care in the world. In his ignorance, he waves at me and smiles. I shoot him a look and take off again the opposite way. I finally track down the clerk hanging out in the employee office having a little snack and a sit down. I inform her she has customers waiting and that we are in desparate need of the restroom key. FINALLY. We get the key and sprint back to the restroom. I will spare you the gory details but let me just say there was lots of loud grunting involved and a smell that would rival a certain attorney's office. I heard a sigh of relief through the door.
As he comes out, I halfway laugh and ask him if he feels better. To which my eight year old son answers "Yes maam. It was a Captain's Log."
