Y’all know I sometimes say things I shouldn’t. I’ve been trying to work on that. As evidenced the other day when I was buckling in the 3 year old in the van when my 7 year old (sitting in the seat beside the toddler) unexpectedly raised his head up and hit me accidentally in the head. Hard. I yelled, “COW!! Are you hurt?!” Where did that come from? I don’t know, but the kids have laughed at me ever since. “Cow” makes for a much funnier expletive than some of my previous ones.
While getting everyone out of the pool the other day I was rushing because there was a militant horsefly determined to bite one or all of us. I was pulling wet clothes off small children while wildly flailing my arms around in the air. Matt was still in the pool watching from a distance. I was getting more and more distraught trying to protect all the kids at once. When I yelled so sincerely “I GOT NOTHING!” with all the vigor of a damsel in distress. That may very well be the new motto in our house now.
Today while checking out a rental house for a friend of mine the landlord wandered up to me. I immediately was somewhat concerned about his disheveled appearance. And found myself thinking, “If I saw this dude wander up to Kim Bauer I would be saying to the tv right now ‘Really Kim?! You know that guy’s up to no good. Get out of there.’” To which I then thought, “I’m now judging people’s character on what would Kim Bauer do?” and “Well, I think I won’t be recommending this house to my friend now.”
