Tuesday, February 19, 2013

More Life with the Fockers

We have pet snakes.  I do not touch them.  Sometimes I observe their behaviors through the safety of glass while they are confined, but that is all that I am willing to do for them.  Oh, and purchase frozen dead mice for their consumption necessary for survival.  At the last visit for snake food, the following occurred:


Only my weird children talk to the snakes in the pet store using that voice most normal people reserve for kittens and puppies. After about the fifty-eleventh time of hearing "Mom, don't you love snakes?" I answered "Yes, they taste delicious." The conversation ended.


Madalyn snuck up on me and I caught her. 

M: Do you have eyes in the back of your head?
me: Yes. Yes I do.
M (very seriously): Are they inbisible? Are you an ALIEN?
me: Yes I am.
Making sure my children have all the proper childhood scars. :D


Sometimes, I succeed rather than fail-
Call from Jr-"Mom, where are you?"
me - home. why?
"Can you bring my football jersey. I need it for the pep rally."
(I have bed head and no face on) When is that?
"In 15 minutes." :/
Mom is ready in 5 AND has time to post about it on facebook. I.am.awesome!

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