Rats in Hats
Right now, I am all about this song written & sang by Kara DioGuardi (singer/songwriter/judge on American Idol): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTeBtw9Jhsc. I love it, I love it, I love it (picture Molly Shannon here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeVkjLx7Xng )! Hold on, y'all. Give me a minute. I have to catch my breath. Hahahahahahaha.........aaahhhhhhhhh....hahahahaha!! Oooohhhh, me. What I wouldn't give to make a living yelling "I love it, I love it, I love it!" like that.
I am so procrastinating on doing things I really should be doing so that I can type some nonsense all up in this blog. I need a babysitter. I need someone to march my behind back into my room and make me clean my cluttered closet out. I need someone to hold my nose in my clothes pile while saying "no, no! Bad girl!" Just the other day, a family of well-dressed rodents (top hat, petticoats & all) came out of there and said they had had enough. I'm kidding, of course, but only about the top hat. No, I'm kidding again. You never can tell with me, I know.
Enough of that mess (pun intended...don't you like when people give you direction on whether or not the pun was intended?) and on to THIS mess- my little dudes. I have discovered life is better if we stay outside all day. They love being out there. I asked Austin last time we were at the park where he was going to sleep that night- with the nutria, under the slide, in the bathroom with the burglar bars... I told them if we didn't leave I was going to have to heat up a mean mulch, grass and rock stew that they were just going to love! The boys never want to leave the stinkin' park, I tell you. I enjoy
being there, too, but when the family of nutria waddle over and ask if we'll be staying a while because they've made roast beef and have plenty to share, I think we've crossed a line! People come and go (we've actually seen a little girl go from being pushed in her stroller to riding a unicycle all in one visit) but we remain. I know I loved being outside as a child and I want my sons to have fond memories of playing pirates at the park, but GEEZ LOUISE!
I am now pulling the shutters down into the window of my mind for your sake. Trust me. It's for the best.
I am so procrastinating on doing things I really should be doing so that I can type some nonsense all up in this blog. I need a babysitter. I need someone to march my behind back into my room and make me clean my cluttered closet out. I need someone to hold my nose in my clothes pile while saying "no, no! Bad girl!" Just the other day, a family of well-dressed rodents (top hat, petticoats & all) came out of there and said they had had enough. I'm kidding, of course, but only about the top hat. No, I'm kidding again. You never can tell with me, I know.
Enough of that mess (pun intended...don't you like when people give you direction on whether or not the pun was intended?) and on to THIS mess- my little dudes. I have discovered life is better if we stay outside all day. They love being out there. I asked Austin last time we were at the park where he was going to sleep that night- with the nutria, under the slide, in the bathroom with the burglar bars... I told them if we didn't leave I was going to have to heat up a mean mulch, grass and rock stew that they were just going to love! The boys never want to leave the stinkin' park, I tell you. I enjoy
being there, too, but when the family of nutria waddle over and ask if we'll be staying a while because they've made roast beef and have plenty to share, I think we've crossed a line! People come and go (we've actually seen a little girl go from being pushed in her stroller to riding a unicycle all in one visit) but we remain. I know I loved being outside as a child and I want my sons to have fond memories of playing pirates at the park, but GEEZ LOUISE!I am now pulling the shutters down into the window of my mind for your sake. Trust me. It's for the best.