Scene: My bedroom. Time: 9:30 a.m.
Robert (leaning over me): Honey, I've got to leave. I have a doctor's appointment.
Me: Mmglrfl
Robert: Madalyn's in the kitchen.
Me: Grblyzk
Robert: She's juggling knives.
Me: (silence)
Robert: I think she's doing a spleenectomy on the cat.
Me: (grunt)
Robert: Okay...so. Leaving now.
Me: (pathetic whimper)
Time passes. Madalyn appears in the bedroom as I'm trying to shake the cobwebs loose. In the course of about ten minutes we cover, in depth, all of the following topics:
At the conclusion of this discussion I am most decidedly awake. After having all of that fired at me I figure I'm pretty much ready for anything else the day had in store, and I get up. Proceed to spend the rest of the day seeking answers to less brain-intensive questions, such as: Is Domino's new All-American Cheeseburger Pizza any good? (Yes) What happens when you don't pay your Directv bill? (They shut it off right in the middle of the Card Sharks rerun you're watching) Will my mom take my request that she buy the kids some clothes from the OshKosh outlet seriously? (Yet to be determined.) And, most importantly, why haven't I ever found the Virgin Mary on a potato chip?? Some people have all the luck. Or all the drugs, anyway.
Posted by Mary at May 6, 2005 12:59 PM
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Happy Mothers Day!
Posted by: Sarah at May 8, 2005 05:52 PM
Oh, that's hilarious! Inquiring minds want to know. Kids ask the most amazing questions.
Posted by: Dooneybug at May 6, 2005 10:00 PM