Me: I am going to Sonic. I am in desperate NEED of a diet Coke. J, would you like a slushy?
J: Yes, yes, yes!!!
Me: What flavor?
J: Strawberry or cherry.
Me: Okay...
J: Or watermelon.
Me: I can't handle all of those options. Why don't you just pick a flavor?
J: Oh. Okay. Grape!
Me: ?????
Upon returning with the "goods"...
J: Is this red one my strawberry slushy, Mommy?
Me: ?!?!? You ordered grape. That is for your brother.
J: Oh yeah. Grape. Thanks!
On a completely unrelated note...I am in a desperate need of a haircut...and WAY too busy to fix my hair these days. So yesterday, I got out the "dippity do" and slicked it back into a small ponytail at the nape of my neck. Not flattering. I look like a middle-aged spinster school teacher.
So would someone please tell me WHY IN THE WORLD THREE...three, people...family members would tell me yesterday how nice I looked? And there wasn't a TRACE of sarcasm in their voices--I know--I have a sarcasm radar.
Is it because I actually brushed my hair?
1 comment:
Ha! Maybe they like the middle-age spinster look?? What a savings you will have from not needing all those hair appointments.
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