I love chocolate and cheese. My digestive tract hates chocolate and cheese. It is not shy about it. (If I was supposed to call you today and I did not, it is because there was interference from my guts. They had other plans for me. Sorry about that.)
I love Lover's Wine (Cranberry & Plum wine) from the Old Wine Cellar Winery in Amana, IA. Because everyone knows that the vineyards of Iowa are amongst the best in the world. (OK, love is a strong word for me and any wine, but that stuff is almost like candy, so it's not bad.) I hate Stone's Green Ginger Wine. This is a wine that Husband brought back from London that is made out of raisins and ginger. Yes, you read that correctly - raisins.
I love Fridays and Saturdays. I hate Mondays. I hate Sundays because they are the day before Monday and I waste a portion of the day hating Monday.
I love good parents. I hate bad parents, like the one my sister told me about when I spoke with her on the phone today. It seems that this one mom insists on dressing her three year old son in boxer shorts. While this is obnoxious in and of itself, the real problem is that the kid is not fully potty trained and shits himself. The turdies fall out of his loose boxers, down his leg, and on the floor. The kid's mom told Sister that they were at Wal-Mart and the kid shit himself and then suddenly there were turds on the floor. She said she laughed for hard she almost peed in her pants.
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That's grody. When I worked at a bookstore, we once had to pick up kid turds that had fallen out of his diaper. It's not funny.
ReplyDeleteThat's terrible! Why would she purposely put him a position where he might (3 year olds aren't always very self-aware)be embarrassed and then laugh about it? Why won't she at least put him in regular underwear? I can't imagine OS wanting to wear boxers, but I'm sure there are some kids who want to "look just like Dad."
ReplyDeleteGetting him ready for a life of drunken redneckhood, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteI don't like Sundays, either. Sunday night is the most depressing time of the week. Except for tonight when we went to a pool hall and played bad pool.
I'd have to say the Ethiopian honey-wine was my least favorite, though the raisin wine was pretty gross too. And after about 1/2 cup of the Iowa wine, I never wanted another candy apply in my life, which is a sad sad thing.
ReplyDeleteTry the Stone's Ginger Wine as a mixer with Scotch Whisky (Known here as Whisky Mac)
ReplyDeleteBad parents has been the blight of my weekend at work. We have a mom at the shelter now who has three kids and just cannot keep track of them. She called her 3 year old son a motherfucker. Told her son, "Don't push my daughter." That comment I just could not understand. She won't acknowledge her son. Then she'd rather feed her daughter food the pay attention to her when she cries. She ended up having to take her daughter to the hospital this weekend because she was gossiping with other parents not watching her children and the 2 year old daughter poked her eye out. Bad parents suck. I wish we could make parenting classes mandatory.
ReplyDeletepoor suzanne's body:( i hope you feel better now. after a full day to recover. wish, i was there. do not get me started on bad parents.
ReplyDeleteon another note. i totally saw my newest client in nothing but a towel. after that, only her bra and undies. why me? why are people that comfortable?
I hate to use a cheesy internet abbreviation like "LOL," but I did. I gave up on dressing my daughter in anything but the most comfortable clothes the first time she shit on a dress that cost $20. I don't even wear things that cost $20 individually! I say, if the kid still craps his pants, give him some damned Underoos and hope for the best.
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