It's a Holly-day today, and Lysa gave me permission to talk trash, so that's exactly what I plan to do!
Oh, we've had a fun summer. We've enjoyed high class things like eating cheese balls, watching the turtles sunning on the wayward mattress over at the TerKeurst pond, and putting fresh dents in my hubby's car. This summer has been like an episode of "The Simple Life" only instead of Paris and Nicole, you get Lysa and me!
So, with all of the excitement, why am I so ready for the yellow bus to come to my home? Well, I love my 13 year old. Really, I do. His imagination never ceases to amaze me. But the time has come for him to entertain other humans besides his mama.
I came to this conclusion yesterday when he bounded inside announcing what he had just done.
He tied some fishing line to a dollar bill and set up a well planned little sting operation in the middle of the road. When the trash guys came by and thought they'd scored a little cash, ZZZZZZZZZZIP!
Oh the hilarity that my son enjoyed. There was some serious knee slapping, high fiving, and absolute guffawing going on.
Then the empty trash can gave him an idea for their second source of entertainment for the day.
He jumped inside our empty, smelly, yucky trash can and hid until a sweet, happy, innocent young biker pedaled by. He then proceeded to scare the pants off this little kid by popping out of the can.
Oh my.
Lysa told me this was the most 'stinkin funny' thing she's heard in awhile. Uh, literally.
Too bad the photo isn't a scratch-n-sniff for ya'll.
Holly
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