Other weekend happenings, bullet style!

Sometimes, it’s just SO OBVIOUS that they are my kids. Seriously.

* The boy got hisself a haircut. Even paid for it with his own money. (Amazingly, the more this happens, the more I like that he’s old enough to get a job. Hah.) As the stylist is brushing off his neck, after the cut, and then says she missed his neck and reaches for the clippers he says “No straight razors, now…” and she laughs with a MUHAHAHAH and he pops off with “Mrs. Lovett’s MEAT pies!” and she steps on the chair lifting lever and says “so… see this lever…” and he jumps up as if he’s afraid of being tossed into the basement and made into meat pies and we all laugh. Haha! Sometimes, I love this town…

* We watched Harry Potter again last night (…uh, the latest DVD with Dumbledore’s Army… Oh! order of the pheonix) and both girls popped off with “HEY! Isn’t that Mrs. Lovett that killed Serius?!” Yes. Yes it was.

* Sunday Afternoon Comedy Hour: Dog needs a bath. Dog is scared of EVERYTHING, from plastic to being left alone, to yes – water. When I got there to help the girls, the Girl had gotten him wet and was soaping him up. At this point in time I realize she is doing this, and had set up this little dog wash, by sitting Deogi DIRECTLY ON TOP OF A PILE OF MOOSE shit NUGGETS!

* Frustrated with his getting away while still soaped up, once we finally convinced him to come back, I grabbed on to his leash, held on, and hosed him down with the other hand – and promptly discovered myself SPINNING IN CIRCLES until I was tangled in the hose and laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Finally finished the job with a wet towel, and a dry rubdown afterwards with no hose in sight. And no, the bathtub is not an option – he’s scared of IT too.

* Neighbor across the street is enjoying the show so much, she takes a phone call OUTSIDE so that she can continue to watch our hour-long attempts at bathing the dog – the same dog that promptly rolled in the sand on the way home. *mutters* (we were at Nana and Papa’s to use their hose.)

* Father’s Day saw us, after the dog-washing, joining Papa for movie and desert – since he couldn’t eat said desert, the girls, Nana and I enjoyed his cake and ice cream as we watched The Golden Compass finally. Good movie – so when’s the next one coming?! What, they expect me to read a BOOK? GOSH.

* We did bring Deogi with us, and he behaved well, though did beg for a cheeto from Nana. She didn’t give him any – but did roll her eyes when the Girl did. Heh. He wanted to lay down on the couch next to me, but had to do the unthinkable and lay on the floor. Unthinkable, because he’s pretty positive he’s a cat. Or a people when there’s snacks to be had. But the important part is that he behaved. Whew.

* “Momma! Can I watch a movie?!”
sure, pup, which one?
“The one with the depressed guy!”
…
“and the singing!”
…
“AND MEAT PIES!”
OOOOOOOOOOh You want to watch Sweeny Todd again?
“Yup! Hey! He’s the guy from Willy Wonka!!!”

* And we discover a Johnny Depp/Sweeny Todd theme, yes, yes we do.

* And I’m not complaining at all, no, no I am not. Johnny Depp is my secret husband. So secret he doesn’t know it.

* Stop looking at me like that. She doesn’t have nightmares, she doesn’t have any problem watching movies like that – and I don’t judge you for watching THE WIGGLES now, do I?!? And if it’s good enough for Ben Aflacks’ kid in Jersey Girl, It’s good enough for mine!

* All together now… Mrs. Lovett’s MEAT pies, savory and SWEET pies – GOD THAT’S GOOD!

Aren’t you glad you took a peek inside my weekend? Heh. Now, if I could just get rid of the ‘Eau De Freak” my AIM seems to have that’s attracting all the weirdo’s, it’d be a nigh perfect weekend, hm?

ETA: Last minute funny – The boy couldn’t find his belt before work, made due with a backup belt and off to work he went. He just found the belt, hanging on the file cabinet that BOTH OF US HAD LOOKED AT and apparently completely missed the belt hanging there. We’re laughing, and he says “YOU WERE RIGHT THERE!” Says me “YOU WERE TOO!” Says him….

“BUT YOU WERE AT EYE LEVEL!”

Short jokes. The boy has short jokes. He’s lucky I let him live….

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