(I re-read these sentences sometimes and have to wonder if I'm trying to drive away any remaining readership.)
Today I was finally feeling better, so I took Miss Thang for a walk. Halfway to the park, I bent to see if she was o.k., and my phone jumped JUMPED out of my fucking pocket and hopped like a cheap-ass Samsung Easter Bunny into a waste water drain. Naturally last night we had our annual April snowstorm, so the melt had raised the current in said drain, and my phone is so very, very gone.
I kept it together until I got home. Facebook should reunite me with most of the contacts I had in that phone. What is killing me is the loss of a couple of photos and videos. (Well, hundreds of photos and videos, but a few in particular.) I would describe them here, but it will only make me cry again, and I am out of ice cream.
Tangentially: Colorado now carries Blue Bell ice cream! Happily, my stomach has recovered enough from the flu that I ate a pint to assuage my heartache.
I am clearly in a foul mood, but I am sick of seeing that last post. So, here are some unrelated things to take up some space.
New verbiage in our house:
Torny: One part horny, one part tired, full-on feeling of torn-ness. Sadly, The Funasaurus and I often fall on different sides of the torny coin. But it's fun to talk about it in stupid married people code!
MOON! ELMO!: Brought to you by Miss Thang, talking about her favorite YouTube clip. Skip to 1:09. Now imagine me and Miss Thang getting our MOONELMO on.
Things I Do That I Did Not Think I Would Ever Do Pre-Daughter:
1) Share my ice cream
2) Inspect someone else's poop
3) MOONELMO dance sober
4) Fear six-year-old boys and their un-looking-where-they're-going ways
5) And, you know, let someone else wear the tiara around here
2 comments:
Not the tiara! NOOOOOOOOOO!
OMG - LOVE Torny. I know he is redneck and all that stupid stuff, but Jeff Foxworthy, years ago (circa my firstborn's entrance to the world...a decade ago???) had a joke about how when you have kids instead of having sex you sleep and hope you have a dream about sex....and it's pretty true in the early years, ack!
Sorry 'bout your phone - that would make me all sorts of madsad.
My little guy loves him some Elmo too - my others never really did the muppet love; instead they preferred to baby-crush on a hot little animated latina named Dora. I think I like Elmo better. Think.
LOVE the bluebell ice cream - only thing that tops (topped? as I think it is now defunct) it is Poudre Valley Dairy ice cream made right here in the fort.
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