I think I'm the rudest mom in the land because last night, as my little ones were gathering themselves for a long winter's nap in their rooms, brushing their teeth, putting on pajamas, grabbing books for their reading pleasure...I came around the corner screeching like a pterodactyl...with my best "blair witch face" all up on my grill. You know the one...big eyes, nostrils flared, teeth a'flyin out. They cried and cried and cried...to which I laughed til I cried. Hey, at least I cried, am I right?
I'm totally getting the "Best Mom Of The Century" award from Oprah, I can feeeeeeel it.
Oh and new music for all of you who know how I love the music. I present...Vampire Weekend - Mansard Roof:
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Didn't you know? Oprah changed the award name to "Best Mom In The Land" and yep...you get it as long as get runner up.
as long as I get runner up
dealio
You geels learned it fromo someone?
First. I had no idea there was a "p" in that word.
So was it just for the pure joyful satisfaction of scaring the crapola out of the kids? If so...I LOVE doing that too! Mu ahh ahh ahh!
Think I learned it from me Pa. I need me a Ghost Hunt!!!
i can totally see you doing that. funny lady!
You are too funny! Matt is the one that scares the pee out of the folks at our house! For me after three kids that doesn't take much! When we were first married he would go upstairs first and turn off the lights so he could jump out and grab my ankles or something! The neighbors wondered what was going on I am sure!! It makes my heart race just thinking about it! No scaaaaaring me when I visit k? he he!
Holy crap. I love scaring people!! I'm notorious for it. It's just so much fun to hear those moments of sheer terror. I must have been those Ghost Hunts. :)
It wasn't just the ghost hunts (but yes those were scary as crap). I remember being in the Nelson house and walking back to the laundry room/freezer room/passageway to the sewing room and as I got to the cupboard/pantry/walkway to the dining room, Paul came jumping out screaming and I just about peed my pants... scared me sooooo bad.
Can I call you Pterri? And pronounce it like Pah-terri?
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My dad was the king of scare.
hey what happened to your phone?
Kj, uh yeah. Thanks Exorcist.
Oh and Liza...grr Vonage.
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