I have Eddie Haskell in my house. (Google it, kids.) Let me preface this with the mention that it is POO-HOO-WHORING outside. Hail. Thunder. One of those prairie electrical storms. My son was on his way back from a friend's house - he called - and I ran outside to call him in. (Those storms can quickly become bad - we're under a tornado warning) He comes running to the door, dripping, and a raggedy, sopping wet kid comes up behind him. I give them the look. The "I didn't say you could bring a friend home in a downpour and you're going to wreck my house" look.
The child reads my expression, puts on a contrite face, and tells me how LOVELY I LOOK, and gosh, isn't my house so ATTRACTIVE? Those are his words. The boy is 11. I am currently in a dirty ballcap and tee shirt, having worked in the garden for the most part, and haven't ducked into the shower yet, and there's laundry piled everywhere. Riiiiiiight.
Oh, he's good. He's very good. he's wrapped up in a towel in our gameroom, as I've been informed his mother "knows I'm over here, and she's running errands." Uh huh.
Here's a random song for your trouble, those who read it all. :D Del The Funky Homosapien: Mistadobolina
The child reads my expression, puts on a contrite face, and tells me how LOVELY I LOOK, and gosh, isn't my house so ATTRACTIVE? Those are his words. The boy is 11. I am currently in a dirty ballcap and tee shirt, having worked in the garden for the most part, and haven't ducked into the shower yet, and there's laundry piled everywhere. Riiiiiiight.
Oh, he's good. He's very good. he's wrapped up in a towel in our gameroom, as I've been informed his mother "knows I'm over here, and she's running errands." Uh huh.
Here's a random song for your trouble, those who read it all. :D Del The Funky Homosapien: Mistadobolina
- Current Music:Golden Age of Hip Hop
'Oos dis bint, then?
stoney321- Laura Stone
- Hey, Don't Judge Me
Comments
I say use Haskell to your advantage. Let us learn from Ward and June's mistakes.
i'm laughing because I am waiting DESPERATELY for Ros_Fod to write Edward Furlong "Connor"/Vincent Kartheiser fic. :D So. Heeee!
(And did you see I posted the boarding school kink fic? Just letting you know...)
Wow, that sounded pretty dirty.
Ha! I remember that song. Mistadobolina, Mister Bob Dobilina, BOB DOBILINA! I throw my arms in the air like I just don't care.
I have been reliving my hip hop era ALL AFTERNOON. Ooooh, oooh, Mistadobalina!
Bwah!
Maybe he's Eddie's grandson. Better keep an eye on your little Beavers there June.
*smirks*
Have I mentioned (lately) that I love how you throw in random, undergroundish hip-hop? I haven't? Well I DO. *goes to dig up her copy of 'Both Sides of the Brain'*
Dude, DEL. I just realized he was on the Gorillaz first album, I feel sofa king wee todd it. (Shhh, but I've been grooving to New Edition today, hahahahaha!)<-- loses all street cred.
*tacklehugpounce*
*GLOMP!*
I'm making spinach-ricotta pies! *runs to check on them*
OH YUM!!!!! Are you using puff pastry or pie crust? DELISH. We are having kids' choice: chili dogs. Which means I'm having a bowl of Kashi. :D
Okay, those two glasses of wine I nearly chugged before dinner? GOING TO MY HEAD NOW. LAME.
He really lucked out, this kid. *rolls up sleeves*
Brandi, this kid was SOOOO turning on the charm. Like, he'd been COACHED in how to talk to mothers to get his way. SERIOUSLY.
*g*
(Then again, better than A,who used to arrive at his best friend's house, not say hello, wander right over to the cabinet and riffle through looking for stuff to eat. He would get tossed out for that one.)
In other news, I just got back from Disneyland (aka: the orchid greenhouse) and now have a foot and a half of a vanilla orchid hardening off. EEEEEE!