7and8

We live in Massachusetts now (not far from Boston). "Park the car in the yard" is the best known sentence to exhibit the Boston accent. I'm looking for a better one.

We went to the Barber today. I will spell what the Barber said phonectically so you can appreciate what I heard.

*Ding ding* Hwaya.
I'm goodm thanks. We're all getting haircuts and I'd like them short.
Shawt, don't say shawt to a Baabaa, I got 5 #zero gawds. Hiya little guy, Ah you gonna be movin' tawget? *giggles*

Needless to say we had our Hai cut shawt and tapahd around the eyas.

Incidentally: The barber asked if I'd like my eyebrowns done. Egads! Next I'd have hair growing out of my ears. I'm already pretty upset that I can't find my nose hair trimer
but not as upset as needing one in the first place. I guess the only thing left to do is wear dress sox with tennis shoes and shorts to the grocery store so I can complete the old man look. 31 is too old to be gray. I noticed that I've moved fully into slat and pepper territory.
Gotta go, I'm late for shuffleboard.

The boys and I were rolling along the other day in our mini-van. I had the ipod on shuffle and an appreciable volume. The 'Scrubs' Theme comes on (great song), the hook being, "I can't do this all on my own. I'm no Superman."

Later that day 8 starts to sing what he heard... "I know Superman".

I guess if you're going to know a superhero it might as well be Superman.

Now when I think of "Fun Bags" I don't think of Scooby. Come to think of it, the closest thread I see is a bitch with 6 t!ts. 

Thanks for pointing that out Jason! I'm a strong proponent of acknowledging all relevant sides of an argument. So let me continue by saying; I feel much better than last Friday. It felt good to get some thoughts out to the tiny world that is the WWW.

Now let me send the good stuff: I saw a picture of a 10 day old baby in my Inbox (not our baby). I was reassured that 2 dogs was enough. I get to kiss 7 before and after the bus every weekday. I have no poop on my shoes. I have time to blog today.

I have friends who read my blog and cheer me up.

Last night was back-to-school night at 7s brand new school. We mentioned to him that we would where going to change our clothes before we went. He decides to change his clothes too. Now, he was wearing a lime green shirt with muted green/plaid shorts. But he upped the ante sporting the same muted green/plaid shorts however now he donned a grey/plaid button down shirt. His mother was embarrassed and begged him to change one of the items. He did not. But this story isn't about 7 not following directions... read on

We are driving to the school giggling and wondering how many people will notice our boy's fashion faux pas. We walk into school prepared for the worse and see that we are the one of the first to arrive. Great, now everyone will see us with the coordinated kid. Then we notice that there is a severe lack of children at this event. I mean severe. I mean 7&8 where the only kids there, and there were 100+ parents. I was mad, at my self for missing the 'don't bring your kids' instruction. I searched the flyer when I got home and there was NO mention that this would be an experience just for mom and dad.

So we stuck out like a sore thumb, I only wish it was for mixing plaids.

BTW both kids where exceptionally well behaved, I was very proud.

Your average Jane/Joe loves Friday. They seem to be the longest days of the week. Slow-mo to the finish line so-to-speak.

I haven't talked to you (or anyone else) for a long time. Part of me wants to loose myself in movies and video games. Escape into a fortress of solitude. That isn't healthy though is it? I do need a break. I'm in one of those spots where I don't see how I can get a break without repurcusions from myslef and others. Nothing seems particularly funny lately either. The dreary weather isn't helping which concerns me for the up coming winter.

Enogh sunshine from my ass this morning. TGIF