Friday, September 04, 2009
7 Quick Takes (Volume 49)
1) The Facebook war has been tight. Most of the time my husband's been edging me out, but as of late Thursday night I was ahead by ONE. I need you now more than ever, friends. The game is still on! It's too close to call. We MUST KEEP AT IT!
We haven't determined what the winner gets. I suppose we're both winners for gaining some great friends, which I'm perfectly happy with as long as I win. Ha.
2) Are you up for another odd interchange from our dinner table? Drama Queen was discussing a homework assignment and said, "I edited it."
Now pause for a moment to actually say that out loud. Reading it doesn't do it justice. Say it--I edited it. It sounds like a severe stutter. The conversation went like this.
Drama Queen: I edited it.
Dad: You what?
Drama Queen: I edited it.
Dad: Are you sure you're saying that right?
Drama Queen: I'm right. I know I'm right. I edited it.
Dad: I don't know.
Ladies Man: Sounds weird.
Drama Queen: I'm made fun of every day. Why am I belittled all the time? I didn't do anything wrong. I edited it. It's right. What else am I supposed to say?
Ladies Man: How about, I made some changes.
3) I thought it was time you saw a classic Drama Queen pose:
We get this look on a daily basis. The deep crease between her eyes proves it. I keep telling her when she's my age she'll regret it. Somehow that doesn't stop her. Don't let her tough look fool you, though. She's a softie on the inside with a big heart. Sorry, babe. I got your number.
4) How quickly we learn that identifying with Christ has consequences. Miss Innocent One, who just turned 11, got this news from a friend after school.
"While I was waiting for you, _______ came up and asked me what I was doing. When I told her I was waiting for you, she said, 'Yeah, I used to hang out with her a lot, but not much anymore. She talks about Jesus.'"
Thankfully, Miss Innocent One wasn't upset.
"Oh well," she said, "It's not like I'm going to stop."
5) I tried to take a picture of a hair I pulled from my head. It was white on the end, back to its natural black in the middle, and then faded back to light brown at the root. The difficulty came in finding a background that could adequately display all three colors. I wanted the picture to prove how whacked my hormones truly must be, but the fact that I spent thirty minutes photographing a single hair probably makes my point. Oh brother.
6) More from the files of silly discussions at our house:
Drama Queen to her brother, Ladies Man: You're a pessimistic dummy head.
Ladies Man: You're just trying to sound smart.
Dad: Pessimistic dummy head does not sound smart. If you wanted to sound classy, you'd call him a large-headed buffoon.
Yeah, that's better.
7) All work and no play makes Tami a dull girl or at the very least a tired one, so I'm calling this deed done. Have a terrific weekend, friends.
Be sure to visit our entertaining host, Jennifer, at Conversion Diary for more Quick Takes.
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