2: Minutes spent trying to rework that first sentence there to make it less grammatically awful, subsequently shrugging and giving up. Whatever, I ain't care.
4: Approximate hours spent with J laughing about, imitating, reminiscing about highlights of the fights, chief among them the delightful and inscrutable snippet, "You sonofabitch, my fucking UNDERPANTS!" Is "my fucking underpants" some sort of scoffing retort? Should I check Urban Dictionary? If I do, will I regret it? Probably, right? Did he steal them as punishment for something? Was he wearing them? Did it have something to do with the guy in San Clemente? Mystery!
5+: Times I hit the repeat button after watching OK Go's "This Too Shall Pass" video (full credit to Sundry; I saw it after she tweeted about it).
.02: Elapsed seconds before scrambling over to iTunes to download the song.
17,014: Approximate times I hit the repeat button after watching the alternate version of the video in the presence of my son, who was TRANSFIXED by the Rube Goldberg-iness at play here, and demanded to see it again. (Can you blame him?)
3: Vomit puddles stepped in. Oh, yeah: The children had (NON-OVERLAPPING CASES OF) Crazy Barf Stomach Virus, Now With More Barf that commenced in the middle of last week.
8 : Total number of Hurling Experiences we cleaned up during this magical time.
7: Rooms in our apartment (including bathrooms).
1: Carpeted rooms in said apartment.
14.285%- Resultant percentage of floor covered by carpet.
100% - Hurling experiences which took place on said carpet. (....And crib bumpers.)
1: Posts written about my penchant for what basically amounts to stealing clothes from pre-teen girls. I know! I'm sorry! (I am not sorry.)
23+ : Potential new names devised for my World Series of Pop Culture Dream Team. Now, thinking up names for a defunct show that last aired in 2006 is clearly time well spent, but I'm happy to say that I have a crack team that shares my beloved pastime. My husband and a few of our friends are on board, as are Ali, Heather, Mike and Brittany. Here's a front runner for our team name (thanks to Ali), and a sneak peak at our t-shirt design for WHEN the show comes back, and we compete as the true champions that we are:
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10 comments:
My daughters LOVED that video too, it's so compelling to watch!
In RE: the underpants, I, of course, am left with only this gem from Friends:
JOEY: Okay, buddy-boy. Here it is. You hide my clothes, I'm wearing everything you own.
CHANDLER: Oh my God! That is so not the opposite of taking somebody's underwear!
I'm going to hurl that particular epithet at random people while I drive now. "Honk at me?!? MY FUCKING UNDERPANTS!"
OH I watched that video about one million times as well. It makes me so happy!
I need that shirt RIGHTNOW.
Whatever, I ain't care! For some reason that phrase makes me laugh hysterically and my neuroses is hanging on to it. My husband is going to want to kill me in about 5 minutes because I've already started responding to anything he says with it. :D
Whatever grammatical errors may have occurred in the first item were more than made up for with the phrase "resultant percentage."
Also--hilarious! My SIL said I should start reading your blog b/c you're so funny. She is correct.
World Series of Pop Culture is one of my all-time favorite shows. As is The Golden Girls.
Kids and pets always head for the carpet when the bile rises do they not? So sorry.
Those two videos were AMAZING.
I have to delurk to say that you're my hero for dealing with NON OVERLAPPING incidents of barf like that! I only have one child and it's the fear of situations like that that keep him an only child.
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