Kick Off Your Sunday Shoes
I am at Mom's house right now after yesterday with the sick day trauma (I ended up going into work. I took two sick days last year and I DO NOT ABUSE THE DAYS so I am at a loss as to why I had to drag my ass in yesterday. Wait, I know. Bah Humbug). There was car trouble as well involving the battery - no one I know in Lexington having jumper cables and I being the last person in the office to leave.
So I am home and the car is at Dad's shop and I am in my new flannel PJs with the pink dogs on them drinking coffee and eating an egg McMuffin and watching the cartoon network.
Cappy had a big fall yesterday - but we figured out most of her trauma and panic was related to the fact that she just hasn't been hurt/injured that much before. The Boy then enthralled us all with the one time he fell off his bike and skinned his knee and I gaped because it was the one time he skinned his knee and dude! I and all of my contemporaries, lived with skinned knees all summer long through out my childhood. Mom rightly pointed out that she used to force us out of the house and no one wore helmets and there was no adult supervision and we did stupid things. Cappy and The Boy have been much more closely watched.
Then we all took an internet quiz on identifying our inner gay man. Mine was David Bowie, Cappy's was Justin Timberlake, The Boy was Rufus Wainright and Mom was Elton John. Then Cappy took the quiz from Sid's POV and he was also Elton John and Mom chafed at having the same inner gay man as my dog.
Then Mom told us how she went and bought Oceans 11 and loved it and has watched it three times already. And then we watched Footloose because she loves Ren teaching Willard to dance and confronting the city council with Bible verses. Then I showed her everywhere that Kevin Bacon uses a stunt dance double and possibly ruined the movie for her.
The point is - I get this from somewhere. That place is just becoming a bit clearer.
So I am home and the car is at Dad's shop and I am in my new flannel PJs with the pink dogs on them drinking coffee and eating an egg McMuffin and watching the cartoon network.
Cappy had a big fall yesterday - but we figured out most of her trauma and panic was related to the fact that she just hasn't been hurt/injured that much before. The Boy then enthralled us all with the one time he fell off his bike and skinned his knee and I gaped because it was the one time he skinned his knee and dude! I and all of my contemporaries, lived with skinned knees all summer long through out my childhood. Mom rightly pointed out that she used to force us out of the house and no one wore helmets and there was no adult supervision and we did stupid things. Cappy and The Boy have been much more closely watched.
Then we all took an internet quiz on identifying our inner gay man. Mine was David Bowie, Cappy's was Justin Timberlake, The Boy was Rufus Wainright and Mom was Elton John. Then Cappy took the quiz from Sid's POV and he was also Elton John and Mom chafed at having the same inner gay man as my dog.
Then Mom told us how she went and bought Oceans 11 and loved it and has watched it three times already. And then we watched Footloose because she loves Ren teaching Willard to dance and confronting the city council with Bible verses. Then I showed her everywhere that Kevin Bacon uses a stunt dance double and possibly ruined the movie for her.
The point is - I get this from somewhere. That place is just becoming a bit clearer.