LaLa
Hangs with the Mensas
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Well said Horsey, PP, SherSher and Jamal. Yall's posts got me thinking. I know I sometimes view this place as kind of an instant message facility with all of yall instead of what it really is, a public forum with tons more people lurking than posting. We need to all be reminded from time to time (thanks to JW too) so we can think a little before we post something that maybe we shouldn't.
K, that being said, let me be the first to lighten the mood and return us back to some sillyness and and good old fashioned keyboard puking. Oh wait, in the time that it took me to type this, we've already gotten back to the sillyness. What is it with people at Disneyworld wearing clothes 5 sizes too small? The place is magical but it ain't THAT magical. You know what I'm sayin?
Okay, well, according to ZZUB, I can always be counted on to provide a puke inducing story so here goes.
First off, Hoop and PP, DD LOVES the pictures of Pooh around your house. Everytime she sees them, she just starts laughing her cute little head off. She doesn't know what spices mean. She only knows Pooh is in the middle of a mess. And his head is in a crockpot. And he's drinking something that looks like apple juice. So she's getting a kick out of Pooh Poop's adventures too. So anyway, that reminded me of a story. About the time someone tried to steal something out of my trash.
Only it wasn't a cute, clean Winnie the Pooh that had lost his ability to speak.
It was a beanbag covered in vomit.
The projectile variety. That flew across the room while DS was laying in bed one night with the stomach bug.
Yeah, I threw that sucker out by the street and went about my business fumigating the house with Lysol and scrubbing the kids down when DH told me to come check something out. We hovered by the window doing the eyeball through the blinds thing when I saw a couple of neighborhood kids digging through my trash pile. They had found em a lil' sumpn sumpn. I actually saw them high five each other when they grabbed the beanbag.
Now, I could've let them drag it on home and discover the little secret while they were playing XBox but the Mom in me just couldn't do it.
I rushed to the door, threw it open and yelled at them.
Me: You know, you might not want to take that.
Them: (busted)
Me: Yeah, it's got VOMIT ON IT. Only you can't tell cause it's SOAKED THROUGH TO THE INSIDE. But feel free to take it if you want.
The kids dropped it like a hot potato, wiped their hands on their pants and let out a unanimous "Ewwwwwwww"
Then I threw out "And from now on, stay out of the trash!"
So PP, check little Pooh Poop over good. Make sure there's no projectile on him and dust him with some Lysol cause you never know what horrors he has experienced over there.
K, that being said, let me be the first to lighten the mood and return us back to some sillyness and and good old fashioned keyboard puking. Oh wait, in the time that it took me to type this, we've already gotten back to the sillyness. What is it with people at Disneyworld wearing clothes 5 sizes too small? The place is magical but it ain't THAT magical. You know what I'm sayin?
Okay, well, according to ZZUB, I can always be counted on to provide a puke inducing story so here goes.
First off, Hoop and PP, DD LOVES the pictures of Pooh around your house. Everytime she sees them, she just starts laughing her cute little head off. She doesn't know what spices mean. She only knows Pooh is in the middle of a mess. And his head is in a crockpot. And he's drinking something that looks like apple juice. So she's getting a kick out of Pooh Poop's adventures too. So anyway, that reminded me of a story. About the time someone tried to steal something out of my trash.
Only it wasn't a cute, clean Winnie the Pooh that had lost his ability to speak.
It was a beanbag covered in vomit.
The projectile variety. That flew across the room while DS was laying in bed one night with the stomach bug.
Yeah, I threw that sucker out by the street and went about my business fumigating the house with Lysol and scrubbing the kids down when DH told me to come check something out. We hovered by the window doing the eyeball through the blinds thing when I saw a couple of neighborhood kids digging through my trash pile. They had found em a lil' sumpn sumpn. I actually saw them high five each other when they grabbed the beanbag.
Now, I could've let them drag it on home and discover the little secret while they were playing XBox but the Mom in me just couldn't do it.
I rushed to the door, threw it open and yelled at them.
Me: You know, you might not want to take that.
Them: (busted)
Me: Yeah, it's got VOMIT ON IT. Only you can't tell cause it's SOAKED THROUGH TO THE INSIDE. But feel free to take it if you want.
The kids dropped it like a hot potato, wiped their hands on their pants and let out a unanimous "Ewwwwwwww"
Then I threw out "And from now on, stay out of the trash!"
So PP, check little Pooh Poop over good. Make sure there's no projectile on him and dust him with some Lysol cause you never know what horrors he has experienced over there.
