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!

Random Thought...

It is a sad, sad day when music falls to singing about the Thrift Shop (Warning: F-bomb version).

This is worse than the crazy Mammals song, Barbie Girl, and pretty much any video by Lady Gaga.  Yet, my children love it and sing every word [radio version].  I think I'd rather Gangnam Style!  Yeesh!