| Friday, January 13, 2006 |
| spf - FRIDAY THE 13th - Lucky or UNLUCKY! |
1. Something you're afraid of.
Hmmm, tough one. I've got a picture of me when I was twelve in a very short satin nightie that I ran across the other day. I'm kind of afraid that anyone other than me will see that photo. So afraid, in fact, that I'd burn it tomorrow if that pesky burn ban wasn't in effect.
Tonight I was playing around with my new toy that somebody totally reeled me in on a few weeks ago. It's a good reel in, though. No hard feelings.
So, I was in the kitchen, snapping away at Lauren enjoying her fish sticks (she loves them!) and corn bits, when I felt something grab my sock. And by "grab my sock," I mean grab my sock in the most unusual, unnatural, not of this world kind of way.
The culprit?
Professor Elmo in the kitchen with the velcro candlesticks.
2. Your Lucky Charm
I've had this one for several months now. It was a very special gift from a very special blogger who rewarded me for being her 2005th commenter-something-or-other.
His name is Squishy the Moose, and Lauren adores him.
I'd say he's a pretty good lucky charm. I haven't been in a wreck, now have I? Of course, there are many a morning when I can't find Squishy. That's because Lauren steals him out of my purse to play with his butt parts. And then I'll find him in the pantry or something.
Of course, Lucky Charm connotates oh-so-much-more than your run of the mill talismans. Lucky Charms is the name of the greatest cereal of all time! Okay, so it was when I was seven. But Lauren isn't quite that old, so she has to make do.
Check out this nifty little trick she showed me tonight.
Now you see it...
Now ya DON'T!
Baby magic tricks. Gotta love em.
3. Something Friday the 13th-ish
I thought about this one for a long time today, but it must have been my lucky day because Champ provided me an opportunity when I got home.
The stinker was waiting for me on the front lawn when I arrived home and ran up to the car all, "YEA! You're home and I'm so glad to see you and I've been waiting here all day for you and somebody delivered a package and I almost done run him off and did you bring me anything cause I'm starving!"
A sight that strikes fear in the hearts of all new parents.
But I called Rancito and asked him oh-so-sweetly if he was on his way home and if he was perhaps thinking of stopping at Lowe's, you know, because you might want to get some Quikcrete concrete mix because the DAMN DOG GOT OUT TODAY!
And he's got a new tag that says CHAMP MILLER, and no you cannot kick him to the curb, so just buy the darn Quikcrete already.
And he did.
So now we have our own little Champ Fort Knox concrete fortress under that gate. Champ, we love you. Please, for the love of all that is holey, stay inside the confines we have created to protect your thick little skull.
That is all.
And yes, we still love you. |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 1/13/2006 |
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