Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Cavity Searches Are in Her Future
Around this time of year, every other sentence it seems is punctuated with, "Do you know what I want for Christmas? A ....."
This morning I was confronted with something new.
The Kid: Mom, I want a Stuffie for Christmas.
Me: What the heck is a Stuffie?
The Kid: It's a stuffed animal.
Me: You need one of those like a hole in the head. Seriously? Aren't you getting a bit old for a stuffed animal?
The Kid: But this one is special.
Me: I've heard this spiel before.
The Kid: No, mom! Seriously!
Me: What's so special about it?
The Kid: This one has hidden pockets all over it.
Me: What do you need with hidden pockets in a stuffed animal?
The Kid: I'm planning ahead for my teenage years. I can hide my drugs in there.
And *that's* one gift we WON'T be getting.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Something Foul Is in the Air
They are delicious.
I totally took that photo from Wiki. Looks good doesn't it? I'd tell you the recipe, but then I'd need another blog for that. And a book deal.
Anyway, I needed some tomatoes and onions to make pico de gallo.
Once at Wal-mart, however, I discovered it was cheaper for me to buy their already made pico de gallo and add a bit of cilantro than it was for me to buy everything to make it.
As I picked up the sealed plastic container, The Kid breathed in deep.
We walked a few more steps, and she says, "Oh! It's the onions!"
"What is?" I asked, distractedly.
"Well, I smelled onions, and wondered if it was me, but I put on deodorant this morning. So then I wondered if it was you, but I can't tell if you stink. Then, I thought maybe it was that lady over there. When we walked by though, I couldn't smell her, either. I was trying to figure out who had the bad body odor when I realized that it was the actual onions, not a person. Whew. When you're at Wal-Mart though, you can never be too sure."
So true.
And....now I'm not hungry.
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