As usual I was minding my own business in my house. I mean I always do. Just let me do my things…blog, cook, taste some wine and reminisce about horrible things that have happened to me so that I can share them with all of you.
It’s a simple life, but I like it. My little world.
But crappy things happen in my little world. My bubble of joy gets busted now and again.
So as I was saying, I was just keeping to myself, sitting in front of my computer, when my youngest hooligan busted onto the scene.
Youngest Hooligan: Mom…Mom…
Me: (not looking at him, continuing my computing activities) Yeah…
Youngest Hooligan: Ummmm, I’m really busy and I can’t hold these anymore.
Me: (still not looking) Uh-huh.
Youngest Hooligan: Mommmmmmm, I’m so serious. I can’t hoooooollldddd them.
Me: (still uninterested, still not looking) Okay, okay.
Youngest Hooligan: MOM! HELP ME!
Me: (still not looking-I’m good at that) Just put it down here (as I pat my lap).
Youngest Hooligan: (hesitating…) Okay…but…okay.
Me: (feeling a hard press on my leg, looking down) Oh God, no! Gross, why? Oh man…what are you thinking…eeewwww!
Youngest Hooligan: (runs away really fast)
I’ve included a photo for your viewing pleasure……..
Yes, these are boogars pressed into my pant leg. These are what HE could NO LONGER hold! What the hell! It’s not like there aren’t any napkins, paper towels, tissues and water all within two feet of where we were!
Geez, I was so angry, annoyed and laughing hysterically all at once, like some manic freak who did not know what to do with her emotions.
So I did what any good blogger would do…….
I took a close up.