Yesterday when my daughter came home from school, I noticed she had pictures drawn all over her arm. Some were in pen, and others were in marker.
"Why did you draw on your arm?" I asked.
"I didn't."
I looked at her funny. "What do you mean?"
"My friend did it. I passed out during biology class. She did it while I was sleeping."
Nice friend.
(Apparently doing homework until 3:00 AM is taking its toll on my daughter.)
So, have any of you ever fallen asleep, and awakened to discover something strange had been done to you?
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
Thursday, February 23, 2017
A Little Travel Music
My kids like to have their music on when we drive in the car. Usually it's stuff you hear on the radio, but the other day, my daughter had something on that sounded a little different.
"What are you listening to?" I asked.
She grinned. "Sponge Bob Square Pants Campfire Song."
"Are you serious?"
"I bought it on iTunes."
I couldn't believe it. My teenaged daughter bought a Sponge Bob Square Pants song and was blasting it at high volume in my car.
Of course my son, thought that was great. Soon, both kids were singing along.
So, in case you want to hear what I had to listen to over and over for twenty minutes, click on this link.
"What are you listening to?" I asked.
She grinned. "Sponge Bob Square Pants Campfire Song."
"Are you serious?"
"I bought it on iTunes."
I couldn't believe it. My teenaged daughter bought a Sponge Bob Square Pants song and was blasting it at high volume in my car.
Of course my son, thought that was great. Soon, both kids were singing along.
So, in case you want to hear what I had to listen to over and over for twenty minutes, click on this link.
Monday, February 13, 2017
The Science Experiment
There is never a shortage of unusual occurrences at my house. The latest involves a science experiment done by my twelve-year-old son.
My teenage daughter likes to use bath bombs. These are solid balls of something that dissolve when placed in water, and make bath water smell nice. I was never clear on what the something part was, until after the experiment.
For reasons unknown to me, my son decided to toss one of these things in a toilet. A short time later, he used the toilet. He came back with this result:
"Mama," he said. "Did you know bath bombs make things float?"
He explained in graphic detail what was floating in the toilet. I will spare you the details, but I'm sure you get the picture.
Apparently, bath bombs contain a high concentration of salt. Therefore, dumping a bath bomb in a toilet is like creating a miniature Dead Sea. Anything taking a swim in that toilet will float.
Aren't you glad you know that, now?
My teenage daughter likes to use bath bombs. These are solid balls of something that dissolve when placed in water, and make bath water smell nice. I was never clear on what the something part was, until after the experiment.
For reasons unknown to me, my son decided to toss one of these things in a toilet. A short time later, he used the toilet. He came back with this result:
"Mama," he said. "Did you know bath bombs make things float?"
He explained in graphic detail what was floating in the toilet. I will spare you the details, but I'm sure you get the picture.
Apparently, bath bombs contain a high concentration of salt. Therefore, dumping a bath bomb in a toilet is like creating a miniature Dead Sea. Anything taking a swim in that toilet will float.
Aren't you glad you know that, now?
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Team Spirit
As you know, my home team, the Atlanta Falcons, were in the Superbowl. (We are all heartbroken over their loss!) The week prior to the event, had the city in major celebration mode. Schools jumped on the bandwagon, too. Their festivities included a Team Spirit Day. Kids were allowed to dress up in Falcons jerseys, and decorate themselves in the Falcons' team colors.
When my boy came downstairs on the morning of the day of this big celebration, I had to do a double take. I hardly recognized him. He was dressed in a Falcons jersey, as expected. But that was not all. His face was covered in red streaks, and he had red lines under his eyes (like the black lines football players place under their eyes). He also had red hair.
"Dude," I said. "What did you use to paint your hair and face with?"
He grinned. "Marker!"
Ugh! Well, at least I found out it was the washable sort. And he ended up being photographed numerous times at school, so I'm sure his Falcons look will be caught forever in the school yearbook!
When my boy came downstairs on the morning of the day of this big celebration, I had to do a double take. I hardly recognized him. He was dressed in a Falcons jersey, as expected. But that was not all. His face was covered in red streaks, and he had red lines under his eyes (like the black lines football players place under their eyes). He also had red hair.
"Dude," I said. "What did you use to paint your hair and face with?"
He grinned. "Marker!"
Ugh! Well, at least I found out it was the washable sort. And he ended up being photographed numerous times at school, so I'm sure his Falcons look will be caught forever in the school yearbook!
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