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EmailOne of my sisters had the family over for Easter dinner yesterday. Two more of my sisters came in town for the get-together.
I only get to see them once or twice a year, so I brought plenty of toys for my five year old son to play with. I wanted him to stay busy so I would have a chance to visit. But, I made the mistake of thinking my nine year old daughter could keep herself entertained.
Shortly after dinner, she told me she was bored. So, I was relieved when my nephew asked her if she wanted to go to the basement to play Guitar Hero.
Of course, I was quickly interrupted when she wanted me to come watch her. She used the technique of half begging, half guilt-trip. “Please Mom? Please come watch me. Just one song.”
Then I started begging and said, “I really just want to visit with my sisters.”
“Please Mom!”
I caved. “Okay. One song.”
My only request was that she make it quick.
But, that request was swiftly denied when I asked her, “What song are you going to play?”
And she replied, “I think it’s called Free Bird.”
The other day, I was booking flights on-line when I looked at my five year old son and said, “Pretty soon, you’ll be going on your first ride in an airplane!”
When I got off the computer, I picked up my boy and asked, “Aren’t you SO excited?”
He smiled and exclaimed, “Yes!”
Then he paused and asked, “What am I so excited about?”
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Speaking of being excited, this humble blog has been added to the listings on Alltop. In their own words, Alltop helps “you explore your passions by collecting stories from “all the top” sites on the web.” I haven’t been so excited since last night, when my son didn’t tell our priest that he liked his dress.
What election? We’re talking about a real vote here.
From the day my husband and I were married, we were Charmin users. But, because Charmin is so soft and thick, it didn’t agree with the pipes in our old house. It bundled up against the tree roots running through our sewer line, and that didn’t make for a dry basement.
The last Roto-Rooter guy to pay us a visit, left coupons for a certain brand of toilet paper. Let’s call that brand Cotts. After my grocery store doubled those coupons, I got 32 rolls of Cotts at a bargain basement price of 44 cents a piece. Our impression of this paper? Well, let’s just say that bargain basement sometimes makes for raw bottoms. I’m sure it’s easy on the sewer, because it’s thinner than Kate Moss on a diet.
In all honesty, it would be more comfortable to roll up some newspaper, or a leaf…or sandpaper. It’s completely non-absorbent as well. I have visions of my nine year old telling me she’d rather drip dry.
My husband has taken to calling it “hotel paper”. Obviously, we stay at some fine establishments.
But, we are not wasters. No, no, no. We will use that paper until there isn’t a scrap of it left. In the meantime, we are also experimenting with three other kinds.
At this point, I’ll be happy to find a brand that doesn’t clog the toilets, and won’t leave splinters where the sun don’t shine.
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