So. I gave in and joined Pinterest. Just to see what all the fuss is about.
How annoyed was I when I received the RULES and saw that they include NO NUDITY?
Hipsters are no fun.
But. I couldn't wait to pin this:
Speaking of old ladies.
My friend and co-worker loaned her Kindle to an eighty-something year old lady at work, because she wanted to read The Hunger Games.
Old lady had lost her page and when I went to help her find her place, I saw something curious on the home page list of books;
'50 Shades of Grey'
Which is absolute filth. Smut even. Like smutty smut. I know. I've read it.
I gasped and texted friend immediately, wondering how I didn't know what a dirty dirty girl she is.
She didn't buy the book.
The old lady did.
Speaking of dirty thoughts:
I'd kill a puppy if I could be that banjo for 5 minutes.
Speaking of killing things, and hotness:
She's silly hot.
And I have a pregnant sister to drive my drunk ass home.
Speaking of silliness.
While Owen was perusing the interwebs, he found the trailer for the new Spiderman movie.
And he commenced a little Owen-style freak out, involving plenty of self talk about the characters in the movie all being played by different actors.
"Look. He different. They all different ok? Don't get worried."
I can't stand the cuteness with the asking himself questions and then answering them, and telling himself not to worry.
After we put him to bed last night, we were treated to even more self talk;
"Wednesday finish, Thursday finish, Friday finish, then it will be Saturday. Then I will be 9. Daddy take Bea to swim lesson finish. Come home and it will be my party. With my friends. I will show them my DS and they will give me Dr. Suess books."
Seriously. I wrote that shit down.
It really is his birthday Saturday. And we're really having his party here. 10 kids, 6 of them Deaf. Decorating of aprons, making of pizzas, whacking of pinata.
Speaking of needing to buy a case of wine...