Jan
25
2010

Random Tuesday Thoughts – Oh, the Good Ol’ Days…

Go Random. Go To The Un Mom.

So if you read my post from the other day you’ll see that I wrote about buying my son cough meds at the drug store.  During checkout, I was asked for my date of birth.  Laughing, I asked if this happened to be one of the drugs kids abuse.  Not laughing, she replied that yes, it was.

I’m such an asshole.  My reply to her?

“Oh, whatever happened to the good old days of doing whippits and smoking pot?” and I left the store.

OOH.  She doesn’t like me.

My four year old walks in the door happily singing “Man dresses up like a lady” and a while later, while in the tub, he is laughing hysterically and said “Mom!  You know there’s a song where a guy looks like a lady?” and he can NOT stop cracking up.

Leaning against the door, I ask him if he’s referring to Aerosmith’s classic “Dude Looks Like A Lady” which has obviously become his new favorite song.  The concept of cross dressing is seemingly both hysterical and intriguing but I’m liberal enough, so I will support any decisions he makes (even though he’s four and that is a totally irrelevant statement.

So then that joy of joys sees me clutching my tummy and asks why I’m doing that.  I tell him that I’m not feeling well and to treat myself, I had some ice cream.  I haven’t had sweets of any kind in over a month so needless to say, my days of whining about dropping one out were gone.

Instead, I spent the hours after my indulgence (all of 5 bites) balled up on the shitter begging for mercy as I dropped out the Hershey’s.  My little man looks at me quizzically from the bathtub (I was not dropping anything at that moment, we have different bathrooms) and he friggin’ ASKED ME IF I WAS PREGNANT.

I wish I was one of those people who could successfully cough “Bullshit”.

That had nothing to do with my child asking me if I was pregnant, because saying that to a four year old is more inappropriate than even I can be, and everyone knows how I love all things inappropriate.

Anyway, he said that.  I panicked then realized I lacked my entire reproductive system.  It’s gone.  All of it.  Apparently there’s nothing but a cap of some sort in there, and I’m fairly sure I blacked out the reason why it’s in there because all I could think about was someone cracking the cap off a soda and hearing the carbonation and I’d prefer to not associate that with my interior.

I loathe proofreading. It’s a pain in the ass.  That being said, I know this is my 401st post on this site alone and I’ve written another couple hundred with my Review site and over at the Wii Mommies when we had a blog and forum instead of a community.

I have a feeling I need to proofread A LOT of posts.

This is bad.  I can’t tear my eyes away from some repo show on Tru TV.

I have issues.

I gotta go.  This is intriguing.

Written by Julie in: Uncategorized

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