Me: Just because something is obscene, doesn't necessarily mean it's funny.
Josh: Sure it does!
Me: No, obscene is obscene and funny is funny. Sometimes they connect in a kinky sort of way, and sometimes they just stand around and stare awkwardly at each other. That's you.
Josh: WHAT? Next you'll be telling me I'm the smelly kid!
Me: Well, that, too.
And then we giggled for half an hour.
I watched about 10 minutes of Hellsing Ultimate yesterday. Heh, heh, heh. But it won't play in our room, so I would have to wait until the kids were really in bed.
So. Rain. Almost killed me on the way home last night, but it is also bringing more of this delicious cool weather. And maybe I'll even make tea. I say that a lot, but it really doesn't happen so much in the summer. But all this rain has inspired me. Might even make chicken noodle soup and wheat bagels with cream cheese for lunch. Doesn't that sound like rainy day food?
Grant and Abbie painted rocks at their grandmother's house yesterday while Josh fixed her computer. I think Mariah must have actually painted the ladybug rock that Abbie took home.
I've been reading about the re-appearance of Jaycee Dugard, the kidnap victim who has resurfaced after being abducted, imprisoned and raped repeatedly. Horrible stuff. There really aren't words. And yet... Look out. Here I go on journalists again. An article states that the mother of the kidnapped girl took weeks off each year at the time her daughter was kidnapped and at Christmas, to stay home and cry. Why did they put this in an article? Doesn't it sound like a mother's personal grief to you? Is there something especially newsy about it? Personally, I found it very natural, understandable and even normal. Or - looking at it as a cheap attempt at swaying my emotions - was there something about the facts of this little girl's imprisonment that was going to keep it otherwise from the very top of my list of repulsive and gut wrenchingly horrible acts?
Ah! Journalism!
Had to take a break there, while Jake puked on the floor. Hey. He hit the linoleum. I'm calling this a partial victory. Now if only he could have let me know 20 seconds earlier, when I had him outside on a leash, that would have been even better.
My children are busy putting socks on all the stuffed animals. This might rate video.
We're going to read more Lion, Witch and Wardrobe tonight. (Sorry for taking shortcuts with the title, there, but it's just long.) Josh will be home, so maybe he'll even listen, too.
You know what I wish I had? Ok. The list is long. But recently I decided that I wish I had a fold-out couch. Not only could I put guests on it, if I ever had any, but Josh and I (or the kids and I or even all of us at the same time) could lie down together to watch movies without moderate to extreme discomfort. But maybe they don't get as uncomfortable as I do. Man. I feel like a little old lady. Guess I will have to buy more lottery tickets.
Time to check on the sick dog. Hope you are all having the best Friday ever! Or, at least a good one.
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