When do these kids go back to SCHOOL?
Even with the zillion toys and books they received for Christmas, they have spent the day bitching, fighting, whining, and then bitching some more.
Isabelle: Mom! She took my Ugly Doll!
Lorelei: No I didn't!
Lorelei: Mommy! Isabelle licked me!
Isabelle: *evil chuckle*
Isabelle: Mom! Lorelei is looking at me while I am trying to read!
Lorelei: *evil chuckle*
Lorelei: Mommy! I wanna do the Sit 'n' Spin! Isabelle has been on it for a million years!
Isabelle: Mom! She was on it this morning!
Lorelei (copying her): Mom!
Isabelle: Stop IT! I mean it!
Lorelei: Stop IT! I mean it!
Have you ever wanted to rip off your own head and throw it at someone?
I had to take our laptop in for repair (SOMEONE, who is not owning up to it, broke the CD-ROM drive platform) and afterwards, I drove around looking for birds. And the girls didn't shut up for more than a few seconds throughout the drive.
At one point, I realized that they were playing nicely. I listened to their made-up stories:
Isabelle: Hi! My name is Ugly. I'm orange with a blue apron.
Lorelei: Hi! I'm Mr. Frisbee (yes, it was a real frisbee). I am green with black stripes.
Also included was a stuffed cat, sea turtle and a clown fish.
They established that they were Lost Toys (hear the capital letters there?) and they were going to be one big happy family....because their old families didn't want them around anymore.
Isabelle: My family didn't like me anymore because I am orange and have a blue apron.
Lorelei: My family doesn't love me because I have writing on my shirt.
Dang, that's a rough crowd. I thought MY family was disapproving.
Let's cleanse a little with bird photos:
Highest number of bewds on the new bad-ass feeder: ELEVEN! Someday, I will get 20.
Oh yes. I will get them.
Here's the juvenile red-tailed hawk we first saw at Armleder yesterday.
See the short tail? That's your field mark that says this is not a red-shouldered or a really big Coop.
And there you can see the brownish-striped tail...that tells you that this is a younger bird.
But you know, my day has stuck with me even with the perdy birds....
Let me show you the doll my Mom got for Lorelei....and how freakishly happy it is>
To me, that seems like a disturbing amount of baby-joy. I want to pinch it and make it cry.
Let's look at it again....
Is it me? Or do the rest of you want to bite off one of those cellulite-filled cheeks?
It's like Chucky on estrogen therapy.
Oh! It has freakish eyes, too. Like a movie vampire>
"The better to suck out your soul, lady. I wouldn't fall asleep tonight, if I were you."