Funny stuff....
via Boobs, Injuries, and Dr. Pepper( read the rest of her blog! Put down any drinks first! NOT responsible for keyboard destruction.) :
If you've been following along, you know that while my daughter, Virginia, is extremely bright, she has the attention span of a twinkie and the energy of a meth addict.
Today, she came bursting through the door, full of joy.
"Whooo hooo! Par-tayyy! Whoo!"
I was having a deep and disturbing conversation with her brother about why it is so not okay to use his cell phone to fish his watch out of the toilet and honestly didn't give her much of my attention.
She tried again.
"Whooo! Party! At school!"
I turned from my debate.
"I'm sorry, Virginia. I heard you, baby."
"Yeah! And we get to bring all sorts of cool stuff like-" she pulled the note from her book bag - "beef jerky!"
"No one loves beef jerky more than you," I absentmindedly told her while I dismantled the cell phone. It emitted one feeble beep and then died. Shit.
"And...and! Batteries!" she continued.
"Mmmm," I nodded.
"Hand Sanitizer! And Q-Tips!" Her eyes bugged from her head in her feverish excitement. "Coffee!" She fell over and began writhing on the floor in ecstasy when what she had been saying really sunk in with me.
"Umm, Mom?" Devon asked. I numbly looked at him. "What the hell kind of party are 2nd graders having these days? And how can I get an invite?"
"Virginia, give me that paper," I commanded.
She dutifully handed it over.
Dear Parents,
On October 24th, we will be sending the first of our care packages to the troops. Items we still need are...
Party on, Virginia.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
If you've been following along, you know that while my daughter, Virginia, is extremely bright, she has the attention span of a twinkie and the energy of a meth addict.
Today, she came bursting through the door, full of joy.
"Whooo hooo! Par-tayyy! Whoo!"
I was having a deep and disturbing conversation with her brother about why it is so not okay to use his cell phone to fish his watch out of the toilet and honestly didn't give her much of my attention.
She tried again.
"Whooo! Party! At school!"
I turned from my debate.
"I'm sorry, Virginia. I heard you, baby."
"Yeah! And we get to bring all sorts of cool stuff like-" she pulled the note from her book bag - "beef jerky!"
"No one loves beef jerky more than you," I absentmindedly told her while I dismantled the cell phone. It emitted one feeble beep and then died. Shit.
"And...and! Batteries!" she continued.
"Mmmm," I nodded.
"Hand Sanitizer! And Q-Tips!" Her eyes bugged from her head in her feverish excitement. "Coffee!" She fell over and began writhing on the floor in ecstasy when what she had been saying really sunk in with me.
"Umm, Mom?" Devon asked. I numbly looked at him. "What the hell kind of party are 2nd graders having these days? And how can I get an invite?"
"Virginia, give me that paper," I commanded.
She dutifully handed it over.
Dear Parents,
On October 24th, we will be sending the first of our care packages to the troops. Items we still need are...
Party on, Virginia.
Labels: care packages, family values, humor, military donations
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