i asked two of my children (i promised no names or genders would be used in the telling of this tale) to bring me the cover off our superdee-duper bean bag.
“so, will some foam come out?” one child ran downstairs to ask.
“yes.” i told the child not really paying attention.
a few minutes later.
“exactly how much foam?”
a few minutes later.
“all the foam?”
at this point i made eye contact and the body language of the messenger was screaming disaster.
at the same time the eye contact was made, the second child came down with the outer cover and hair completely covered in foam.
“i finally did it.” she gasped stumbling in.
at this point, the child who kept coming down with the foam questions ran like a person hitting the krispe kreme red light special.
“thank you……….” i told the child with the foam hairstyle.
as i round the corner up the stairs my mouth dropped open and a ‘holy _ _ _ _’ plopped out.
i suddenly was minus a giant bean bag.
shoveling, unexpected help arriving, vacuuming all 3 floors, cleaning the stairs, the bath tub, and still finding pieces of foam all over, i have a bean bag again.
this, on top of the dog getting out and rolling in poo, the rickshaw front tire exploding in the middle of a ride with queen; not just exploding, but exploding with enough force to completely bend the metal guard over the tire, my left eye is twitching and my right eye is blinking slower than my left after today.
on an up note, queen decided she was going to wear the hubby’s sporty shoes all day. she started with the running shoes and ended with his basketball shoes…..all while carrying the dust pan she decided she needed.
bear, not to be outdone by queen, decided upon leaving the grocery store that his flip-flops, when prancing just the right way, sound exactly like horseshoes.
guess who pranced all the way to the car?
although this picture is blurry, it makes me laugh every time. bear decided he liked this as a hat.
why can’t we all be like queen and bear and not ever care what other people think?