Tic Tac Tone Deaf
I got an iPod. I am dangerous. I can now sing loudly out of key and be the only one who doesn't hear me. The people in the grocery store are gonna love my rendition of Poe's
Mr. Monkey is currently ripping tons of cds for me. It will be days and days worth of music for me. Gotta love him. I know I do. I have no patience for that sort of thing. I thought I was going to DIE from having to sort and fix all the ID tags on all my iTunes stuff yesterday. Our heads hurt so bad afterward we had to hurry up and get some Skyline chili sandwiches and then crash in our bed for three hours. It was that bad people! Actually, I think we were having caffeine withdrawal because we broke down and drank a bunch of cute little 8 ounce glass bottles of Coke this past week.
Overheard earlier while listening to part of a Jimi Hendrix song: "Dad, why are you listening to someone tune their guitar really badly?"
I am learning a lot about being the mother of children with triple bunk beds. The first thing I learned is huge colored glass O game pieces from a tic-tac-toe game will shatter when dropped from eight feet in the air.
It seems Mr. Logan built a pulley system with a basket attached to it and his little sister was on the floor playing and while she was waiting for Dad to come back and finish their game she wanted him to be O. So he kept lowering the basket to her from his top bunk, she kept filling the basket with O's. He kept insisting he didn't want to play, so he dropped each of the O's, exclaiming "Bombs away!" each time. Each time one of those heavy pieces of glass dropped, a fragment of blue glass went flying. Little did he know, his father heard him. I have to give him credit for the pulley system but I still can't believe he did that. It is so not like him. He is usually the first to be respectful of things. I am really worried about what is going on with him today.
Posted by gwendolyn on May 19, 2003 at 11:53 PM