I just spent 40 minutes searching my house for my iPod earplugs so I could listen to Sex on Fire really really loud without my 8 year old going, “Mommy! I love this song.” And then proceeding to sing: Yo! You’re such a bad liar.
They’re trying to ruin music for me. I can’t have that.
Also? Last week I blew off my dying mother for a vampire movie. For real. Except she wasn’t actually dying, she just had a fever. But she’s old. Sort of. And she asked me to bring her a Diet Coke because she needs Diet Coke like most normal people need coffee. And you know what I told her? I told her to eff off because I already had tickets to the 10:45 am New Moon movie. I totally suck. And? Way too much Jacob and not enough Edward…
And? Yes, there’s more. And I dragged Tempel to a freezing cold rainy field to watch Parker play in a soccer tournament on Sunday. That’s only bad because Tempel has pneumonia. Well, she had pneumonia. She was done with her meds by Sunday so I guess she was all better. But apparently I was looking for a relapse. Because I’m awesome like that.
And did I make my 8 year old play in that god-awful weather? Why yes I did. Thanks for asking. And she had a bad cold. But I already pretty much told you what an awesome mom I am so just shut up already.
Did it make it all worth it because they won the tournament? Yep. And now I’m that mom.
And to top it off, my poor husband who supposedly works hard all day at the office and never has any clean socks to wear because he can’t get that wife of his to keep up with the laundry came home from work early to find me hiding from the kids in my room watching Twilight clips from YouTube.
I mean seriously?
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I thought her sweatshirt said "Haters" and I thought "Well, that's not a very sportsmanlike name for a team, is it?"
And pssht. He can do his own damn socks. Those Twilight clips aren't going to watch themselves!
You know I'm going to make fun of you about New Moon until you're old and dying for a Diet Coke, right?
I knew it! Exposure to "Twilight" causes excessive brooding.
Another one has fallen prey to the Twilight curse?! Promise me you don't have a Team Edward tshirt. Please. Please tell me you can still do that.
Socks are overrated. Medals–victorious medals–are where it's at.
Buy some more socks for the man. You obviously need your Twilight time.
Freezing rain? You live in the deep south. Tell Temple to princess up. Try playing soccer in the Arctic.
I guess daughter of the year and wife of the year are still up for grabs!!
If science has taught us anything it's that kids are pretty much indestructible so I wouldn't worry about pneumonia.
I can't believe you have fallen into the Twilight trap! You! Of all normal headed people!
I need a Diet Coke.
You sound like a lot of fun to me…
Are you freakin crazy??! No, not about the bad mom/wife/daughter crap. Who cares about that stuff? Take a number and get in line…behind me if you please!
Too much Jacob???! Have you lost it?! Who the heck picks pale, dirty haired, scrawny, funky purple nippled Edward over hott buff tan tattooed Jacob?! No one in their right mind. That's who. And to think I used to think I totally got you…*hmpf*
Mmmmk. I'm done now. Sorry, twilight lapse in sanity. =]
♥Spot
My husband has that same wife. Damn her. Only his wife hasn't gotten sucked into Twilight yet. But the no-socks-cause-she's-way-behind-in-laundry thing is totally her.
I have to agree with Spot. When Edward (RobPatt) took his shirt off in the crowd scene, I gasped. In horror. Dude needs a pie, or twelve. He looked like a concentration camp survivor. I mean, I'm all for slim and trim, but EEK. I'll take jailbait Lautner over that any day.
Yep… I'm there. I hide from the monkeys and watch You Tube clips. And then if he's coming home, I hide from him too.
And I care whether they win or lose too…wtf? Since when?
Love it…love the book too! Great stuff! Happy Thanksgiving!
I thought it was "Your socks are on fiiiiiyahh…"