The other day I was over at IT2M, the snarky review blog. You gotta love the Bitches over at IT2M. Reason? You get to call them Bitches and THEY DON'T CARE, and the other great thing is watching them go from nice to asshole in .3 of a second. Its damn impressive. I was told by two different commenters on their site that I should get rid of My Precious Precious Snowflakes.
But I don't want to.
However, If they are causing difficulty when you try to read this, I will, sigh, take them down. Keep in mind they are only here till Boxing Day so you can all pull up your big girl panties and be a man. Hmmmm, that last sentence makes no sense. Oh well, I'm on a time constraint here. Bedtime is in 30 minutes and bedtime is fun.
In the shower today I cut my underarm with a bar of soap. That was interesting. FYI, deodorant in a cut does not sting. I also cut myself with the tape and the wrapping paper today. And on Sunday I cut myself no less then three times with the grater. In under five minutes.
I also burnt my finger on a pop tart and dropped a singing Santa on my foot. But that was Monday.
We should buy stock in band-aids.
Hey, I was wondering, with all the new strict anti bully rules and the fear of kids coming to school armed, and what not, what would happen if a song, that I remember quite fondly from my childhood, was sung in the halls of the schools today :
Joy to the world
the school burnt down
and all the teachers died
but what about the principal?
yes what about the principal
we hung him by the toes
and kicked him in the nose
....And I can't remember the rest.
A conversation between Blue boy and myself while I was getting ready for coffee:
Why do you got to put cream on your boobies?
Because it makes me smell pretty (it was NOT my boobies, it was my neck and chest!)
Oh, you smell pretty. You smell, you smell... Almost good enough for me to eat you. But I wont for real eat you mommy.
Somehow, I think I will sleep better tonight knowing my child has no cannibalistic tendencies. And you should all know that Stuperman has been wearing a mini skirt for two days now. Should I take pictures? Stop him? Ignore it?