Hoot (2006)
– All around good kids film. Even the Boy Liked it. Environmental message, standing up for what ya believe in, and against bullys, etc. Cool.
Reasons that my oldest daughter might, possibly, perhaps, kinda, almost, may be EXACTLY like her mother.
- Said by me – with fake cheerfulness: “Good MORNING!Good MORNING! Hit the showers!
“Replied by her: SNARLGROWLGRUMPsnoooooooooooore
- 10-20 minutes later, me, calling her for the umpteenth time – screw the cheerfulness: “Get your ass up OUTA that BED right NOW, young lady!”
In reply, by her: “PAINTPEELINGGLARE! SNARL! STOMP! trip over something whimper GROWL! STOMPSTOMPSTOMP back to the bathroom. CRASH something hits the floor! Exasperated SNARLS!”
- Her, in the shower, cheerfully singing: “Sooooooooome WHEEEEEEEEEERE oooooover the raaaaaaaaainbooooooooow”
Me, in reply: “……stunned silence……”
- 10 minutes later, after the shower. Me, tentatively, yet with more fake goodmorning cheer: “Mornin Glory!”
Her reply: SNARL PAINTPEELINGGLARE . FLOP on the couch. SNAG her bag and shoes. GRAB her coat. STOMP to the door.
- Me – last ditch effort: “Have a good day, baby girl!”
Her. Cheerfully, running off for breakfast with Papa and Nana: “Love you, mama! bye!”
And yes. I can hear Nana and Papa laughing from here. Grump.
Dear teenage little twit behind the wheel of the white piece of shit…
Did you even NOTICE you almost hit me? Not once, but TWICE? First when you pealed out onto the highway from your sideroad, looking BEHIND ME, and thus almost clipping my back end because you popped into my lane OH SO EARLY? And then when I slowed to make a turn, and you cut in front of me to get into the same lane for the next driveway?
Did you think I didn’t know that was you parked in the space across from me as my youngest daughter dropped the movies in the blockbuster box? Do you not REALIZE that had my youngest daughter not been in my car that you would have gotten FAR MORE then the middle finger you got?
I think you do realize it. Because that look on your teenage acne covered face was one of ‘oh. shit.’ and believe me, I was sorely SORELY tempted to give you a piece of my mind. As well as look up your licence plate number. That I wrote down. And perhaps even following you home to have a little chat with your mother.
Perhaps next time you’ll think before driving like a maniac. I do hope so – because if you don’t? Well. I’ll simply have to call your mom. I’m sure she’d be HAPPY to hear how her preeeeeshush baby drives when she’s not watching.
That’s right. Don’t mess with me you little testosterone laden freak. I will SO tell your mother on you. Right after I blog about it.
Your oh so irritated elder,
~L
PS. To TheBoy of mine? If you EVER. EVER even THINK of pulling a stunt like this, I will so take away your keys. Assuming I ever let you drive, and all.
PPS. HEY! YOU! Get offa my LAWN!
Silly Kitty Saturday – V.1
So – if other bloggers can have dogblog fridays. Then by fuzzball, I can have Silly Kitty Saturdays. Sides, WHO could resist these faces? Seriously!
(even Nana Moosie petted and played with ’em. And she don’t LIKE cats!!)
Aaaaaaaaall together now…. “awwwwwww how CUUUUUUUUUTE!”
heard just MOMENTS ago…
Me: Yes, it’s time to take it out of the oven now.
The Girl: I’ll do it! Me Me me!
Me: Don’t burn yourself.
The Girl: *points to TheBoy* He’ll do it! He He He!
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She didn’t even miss a beat. *L* I’m so proud.
