Okay...
I have had some spiritual insights this week that have gotten my blood pumpin' and my typing fingers flying. But we'll have to save those for another day.
Because my conversation with the youngest of my brood yesterday is just dying to be posted on this here blog.
Yes, this is the youngest that is also dubbing as the entrepreneurial telemarketer and seller of homemade 25% off coupons. The coupons that are good at the store in her bedroom in case you are in the mood to buy a 9 year old's half licked lollies and assorted leftover loot.
Anyhow, she was explaining her business plan to me while in the car. Right about the point where she was telling me why it is important to always reinvest 30% of your profits back into your business...hunh? How old are you? Explain that to me again. I hate percentages.
...we pass this neighborhood with humongous homes and suddenly the conversation turns. She is desperate for me to look at a certain house that is around the corner, behind that other house, down the hill and through the woods.
"See it? See it? Look Mama. It is really important for you to look at that house!"
She obviously wanted me to use my third and forth eyeballs on the side and back of my head. The ones that help me catch my people when they roll their eyeballs at me.
I think I might have caught sight of the corner of the roof of that house, so I assured her I did in fact see the house.
"Well, the guy that lives there is Jackson's friend who plays guitar for Miley Cyrus."
Oh dear, do I have the Vanity Fair photo conversation with her now or later?
"And Jackson took me over there to meet him and we called Miley on the cell phone."
Hunh?
"She was nice."
Hunh?
"Yeah, it's true. Hey mom how do you get rid of the scabs on top of mosquito bites? It just takes way too long to pick them all everyday."
Hunh?
"And one more thing. When I change clothes when we get home, remind me to wear blue. I just have not been wearing enough blue so my eyes are starting to turn from blue to black."
Hunh?
...I'm sorry y'all. I seem to have lost my mind. And all my words just keep sounding like, hunh.
I have had some spiritual insights this week that have gotten my blood pumpin' and my typing fingers flying. But we'll have to save those for another day.
Because my conversation with the youngest of my brood yesterday is just dying to be posted on this here blog.
Yes, this is the youngest that is also dubbing as the entrepreneurial telemarketer and seller of homemade 25% off coupons. The coupons that are good at the store in her bedroom in case you are in the mood to buy a 9 year old's half licked lollies and assorted leftover loot.
Anyhow, she was explaining her business plan to me while in the car. Right about the point where she was telling me why it is important to always reinvest 30% of your profits back into your business...hunh? How old are you? Explain that to me again. I hate percentages.
...we pass this neighborhood with humongous homes and suddenly the conversation turns. She is desperate for me to look at a certain house that is around the corner, behind that other house, down the hill and through the woods.
"See it? See it? Look Mama. It is really important for you to look at that house!"
She obviously wanted me to use my third and forth eyeballs on the side and back of my head. The ones that help me catch my people when they roll their eyeballs at me.
I think I might have caught sight of the corner of the roof of that house, so I assured her I did in fact see the house.
"Well, the guy that lives there is Jackson's friend who plays guitar for Miley Cyrus."
Oh dear, do I have the Vanity Fair photo conversation with her now or later?
"And Jackson took me over there to meet him and we called Miley on the cell phone."
Hunh?
"She was nice."
Hunh?
"Yeah, it's true. Hey mom how do you get rid of the scabs on top of mosquito bites? It just takes way too long to pick them all everyday."
Hunh?
"And one more thing. When I change clothes when we get home, remind me to wear blue. I just have not been wearing enough blue so my eyes are starting to turn from blue to black."
Hunh?
...I'm sorry y'all. I seem to have lost my mind. And all my words just keep sounding like, hunh.
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