No time for a good post today, but I thought this was funny. While at my husband's football game the other day (technically it's my son's football game, but my husband is the head coach and since coaching runs double deep in their blood, the ownership of the team is now a tossup) J & R got to be the line markers. This turned into a fantastic Heckyl & Jeckyl routine of "I mark the line of scrimmage," "No, I mark the line of scrimmage," "No, I mark where they START and you mark the first down," and finally ended with a truce of "You just wait until I go to MY spot, and then you get as far away from me as the chain will let you."
While at least 10 yards away from each other (and thankfully me) I saw my 16-year-old talking with a girl. Thinking it was his girlfriend, I looked closer and saw it wasn't a girl, it was a woman. Thinking it was a friend's mom, I asked him about it when he came back. "I have no idea." I told him how at first I thought he was talking to his girlfriend when I saw blonde hair and he said, "No, mom, cougars aren't my type."
Queen of my own Magic Kingdom, full of all the irreverent, obnoxious, and sometimes offensive sarcasm you know and love. I don't care what people think of me, but I do care if you like my blog. Read, forward, repeat.
