Tawdry quirk curators
// April 26th, 2013 // No Comments » // humor
A TN housewife with an expensive caffeine habit was brought in for questioning after TSA found the woman driving aimlessly on an airport runway. The woman insisted that there HAD to be a real coffee shop nearby. Charges will be filed based on the results of her psych evaluation.
// April 24th, 2013 // 3 Comments » // Doug, humor
It’s been a few years since I left you to solo parent, so here are a few things to remember while I’m away for the weekend.
Boogie wipes are not an acceptable alternative to bathing.
The children require food more than once a day.
If SuperTween’s outfit causes you to raise an eyebrow, make her change clothes. She can wear whatever she wants when she goes to college.
If you allow SuperTween to watch regular tv, she will text 800 numbers to your phone. “It does all kinds of cool stuff, Mom.” Turn the tv off and send her outside to play.
Whenever the children come inside after playing outside, send them back out to collect the clothing that they forgot.
If you hear the dog’s tags clanging on the water bowl, the bowl is empty. Fill the bowl. With water.
The dogs/cats require food daily. Feed them.
Confiscate electronics at bedtime.
The youngest children singing after bedtime is cute, but they are the opposite of cute if they don’t get a good night’s sleep. Do not try to wait them out. You will fall asleep long before they stop singing. Ask them to sing inside their heads.
If you do laundry, please do not run the washer with only one item in it. It is a waste of water, electricity and detergent. The laundry is already sorted in baskets beside the washer. Fill the machine.
A few special reminders just for you:
1. No ladders. Remember the mangled ladder and the frightened neighbors?
2. No power tools. Remember the finger?
3. Do not buy paint. Remember the infant poop yellow?
4. Do not paint. Remember the bedroom closet?
5. No new projects. Don’t ‘six degrees’ a new project to an existing project either.
When in doubt, call me first. I will be in Nashville, not another country.
// April 10th, 2013 // No Comments » // humor, spring
“Hello? Do you rent animals? Only for parties? Okay. Let’s call it an all week, no guest party. I need a hungry anteater. Do you have a house broken anteater? Oh, that’s okay. I’ll only need one anteater then. Do you have any de-glanded skunks? Great! I would like two, please. How about bats? Bummer. What about woodpeckers? Yes, I know. Why don’t we try the woodpecker for one day and then decide if we want it to stay the week? Sounds great. No, I don’t think we need anything else until the cicadas return. Seriously? Well, go ahead and put us on the waiting list for then. Thanks!”
// April 5th, 2013 // No Comments » // humor, marriage
Him: “What would you like for a snack?”
Her: “Anything.”
Him: <- sheer panic ->
// January 20th, 2013 // No Comments » // humor, pets
“We were wrestling and got carried away. We are ashamed.”
// November 25th, 2012 // No Comments » // animals, humor
After a long day of, well, I don’t know how the days disappear so quickly, but I was tired so, we did something. I sat on the bed with a heating pad under my feet as I clicked buttons on my computer. The dogs snored from the floor beside the bed and Gimli the cat darted about the house as he usually does. After the cat circled our bed twice, I realized he was carrying a toy. This is odd for two reasons. First, because the cat flings his toys from place to place instead of carrying them. Second, the cat doesn’t walk around the bed. He walks the side of the mattress. Sideways. He navigates our room like a cross between the creepy baby in Trainspotting and a Parkour YouTube celebrity.
I left the comfort of my heating pad to check on the cat and it was immediately clear that he was carrying a real mouse. A freshly dead mouse gently draped from the cat’s mouth and I imagined the mites and filth that parasitically live on mice. I called stacheman to help me save the cat from whatever cooties the mouse was incubating. Stacheman walked in the room. He walked in the room quite quickly for someone who usually claims he couldn’t hear me calling him. He looked at me trying to convince the cat to drop the treasure and he giggled.
I scooped up the cat and held him away from my body instead of carrying him snuggled against me. As if the cat wouldn’t notice that he was being carried like a toxin, I baby talked to the cat. “Good Gimli. Drop it. Good kitty. Spit it out.” I had Stacheman tickle the cat’s toes. The dead mouse remained firmly in the cat’s jaws.
I marched up the stairs with the cat in my outstretched Frankenstein monster arms. Stacheman walked behind me. Silently. As we walked past the wall of the bathroom, I yelled for Doug to come help us. I alarmed Doug. “What is it? What happened? Details! I need details!”
I started to take the cat, the dead mouse and Stacheman into the occupied bathroom, but we were turned away. Doug did not appreciate the entourage, which would normally seem weird for someone who loves an audience, but even extroverts have their limits.
Our redneck Fellini parade marched toward the kitchen and I tried to formulate a plan. What if I put the cat in the sink and CRUNCH.
“I stepped on it! I stepped on it and it popped like a victim on Fringe. Burn my foot!”
I hopped on one foot howling for Clorox as Doug finally joined the sitcom already in progress. He looked at the furry body that was now accompanied by a crime scene pool and splatter of blood. “Where’s the head? I need to find the head before you put the cat down.” I continued hopping and screeching that the remains of the head were probably on my foot while Doug ignored me and searched the area for a tiny amputated mouse head.
As Doug declared the mouse disfigured, but intact, I realized that Stacheman was still by my side. Smiling. Stacheman silently watched and enjoyed the entire freak show with a giant grin stretching from earlobe to earlobe. It was almost as though this exact moment was the culmination of an elaborate plan that was orchestrated before Stacheman ever asked for a new kitten. Like the Brain’s plan to rule the world, the hilarious prank had finally taken place. Stacheman gleamed.
I shoved the rag doll cat in Stacheman’s arms. “Go brush his teeth!”
// September 9th, 2012 // No Comments » // humor, marriage
Goofus wakes up at 11:30 a.m., sees his spouse cleaning the clutter in a child’s room and complains because nothing should ever be thrown in the trash.
Gallant sleeps late on his only day off, gets up to find his spouse cleaning and silently vanishes until he has a salted caramel mocha for his spouse who gets surly when cleaning.
// April 9th, 2012 // No Comments » // humor, kid quotes
Evan: “I love you so much I had to write your name.”
Me: “Thank you. I love you, too. Can I see your writing?”
Evan: “Sure. It’s in the bathroom. I wrote it on the counter, but I used your toothpaste cause you don’t like it when I waste mine.”
// April 3rd, 2012 // No Comments » // humor, kid quotes
Me: “We will leave as soon as I go potty.”
Evan: “Okay, but only go pee. Poop takes too long.”
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