forgive the child story

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Originally uploaded by brunhildecrow.

As we were driving [Fred] home from orchestra practice I made a hand gesture like I was honking a rubber horn. [Fred] became horrified as only a 12 year old can. "Mom that's so RUDE!" I could not for the life of me figure out what was so rude. So I did the gesture again trying to find the rudeness. But I could not. "Mom, PLEASE! People can see you!" Yet our fellow motorists managed to maneuver their vehicles around us without being struck blind with the shame.

Finally light dawned. "Just tell me what it is."

"I can't in front of [Will]-"

"Okay, so it is about b-o-o-b-i-e-s?" I spelled quickly.

"What about boobies?" yelled [Will] from the back seat.

Yes, my child who can not read and refuses to even go as far as c-a-t spells "cat" can spell boobies with no trouble. I now refer to him as the idiot savant of body parts.

And in case the suspense is killing you - it was, in fact, the boobie-squeezing-ness of the motion that was causing the distress. I am so foul its amazing I'm allowed out in polite society.

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Originally uploaded by brunhildecrow.

I have no earthly idea why I uploaded this picture to my flick account. All I can say is that I do vaguely remember that mason jar as having a healthy splash of burbon in it. Things always seem more interesting after a splash of burbon.

I haven't posted in awhile because - well, I am caught up in political intrigue. I have been watching The West Wing (even as I type this the stirring yet comforting theme song is playing in my head) on DVD. My completely awesome father in law let me borrow it before he had even watched it!

Also, I have been reading a perfectly wonderful book only to find that - of course - Hillary read it first!

All my television shows are over and so is school. I just learned that I will be painfully underemployed this summer. Looks like I just may have time to read after all.