Ok, apologies all around, but
December 09, 2003
Ok, apologies all around, but this is going to be short. I did two things today that shouldn’t go in the same day. I gave blood this afternoon and then this evening I went to the weight circuit class I haven’t been to for a month. Now, neither of those things would knock me out by themselves, but put them together, within a 6 hour span…not good news.
I’m not the sharpest pencil in the box tonight, and I’m going to bed. But first, a few quotable moments from my boys.
A couple of days ago I was in the process of making dinner and Max came into the kitchen swinging his arms around vigorously. “Whatcha doin’, honey?” I asked, dodging a fist.
“I’m being an experiment. I have four arms.”
“Really? What’s your name?”
“Four Arms.”
“Well, Four Arms, you need to go be an experiment over there, because you’re getting in my way here.”
“Ok. I’ll just go over here and four play.”
If you didn’t get that, read it out loud. I nearly passed out, trying not to let him see me laughing. I just didn’t want to explain what was so funny.
*whew* Ok, next.
Some time last week Dad called with the news that he’d gotten a promotion at work. I congratulated him heartily, and after a few minutes of being impressed, hung up to let him get back to being a high-powered financial whiz. Max, seeing I had hung up, wailed, “Nooooo! I wanted to talk to Appa!” So we called him back, and Max crowed happily into the phone, “Appa, you rock.”
Then it was Tre’s turn to talk, and he spent a few minutes alternatively describing his breakfast and chewing in Dad’s ear. Finally he handed the phone to Raphael, who was about to spontaneously combust if someone didn’t let him talk NOW. He snatched the phone out of Tre’s hand, pulled it to his ear, and inquired earnestly, “Appa, yoo gotta rock?”
That’s it for me, I’m going to bed. But I want you all to know, yoo gotta rock.
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