Well, well, well. Seems one of the little monsters living next door is giving out advice now.
The sweetest boy and the horde were out in the back yard minutes ago when I witnessed my own little creep pushing the smallest of the group on the slide. I yelled off the back deck -cause I'm a redneck and that's how we roll - for him not to push.
My exceedingly polite, most wonderful little creep said, "yes ma'am!" boy, was I proud!
At which point, the middle monster said, "you don't have to say yes ma'am!"
Oh, yes. Yes you do have to say yes ma'am, little monster.
So, now I have to bring my own little creep in and debrief him.
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One time, at band camp....
Beautiful day today. Nice and breezy, a little overcast, cool. Had the screen door and windows open to enjoy it all. So nice.
Have I mentioned we live within spittin' distance to a high school? No? Well, we do.
Oh, did I mention we live within spittin' distance to a high school with a marching band? No? Well, we do.
And, did I mention we live within spittin' distance to a high school with a marching band that practices every stinkin' day? All. Day. Long.
Now, I really, really love marching bands - not as much as my sweet seester, but hey, that's a given: she's a band nerd - but I do enjoy watching them march and listening to them play their music. But, please.
Oh, we can't see the field; there's houses and a major roadway and lots of trees betwixt our house and the school....but, by gum (!) we can certainly hear every note played. To top it off, the band director has a microphone that blasts his every verbal utterance over the amplifiers at the football field. Arggghhh.
So, today while we enjoyed the lovely weather, we also got to enjoy the band play basically the same thing over and over and over and over. All.Day.Long.
Not sure what they were doing wrong, but for some reason, the director made them play it repeatedly.
And we got to listen to it repeatedly. Oh, and btw, it sounded exactly the same every single time they played it. Every single time.
Joy.
Have I mentioned we live within spittin' distance to a high school? No? Well, we do.
Oh, did I mention we live within spittin' distance to a high school with a marching band? No? Well, we do.
And, did I mention we live within spittin' distance to a high school with a marching band that practices every stinkin' day? All. Day. Long.
Now, I really, really love marching bands - not as much as my sweet seester, but hey, that's a given: she's a band nerd - but I do enjoy watching them march and listening to them play their music. But, please.
Oh, we can't see the field; there's houses and a major roadway and lots of trees betwixt our house and the school....but, by gum (!) we can certainly hear every note played. To top it off, the band director has a microphone that blasts his every verbal utterance over the amplifiers at the football field. Arggghhh.
So, today while we enjoyed the lovely weather, we also got to enjoy the band play basically the same thing over and over and over and over. All.Day.Long.
Not sure what they were doing wrong, but for some reason, the director made them play it repeatedly.
And we got to listen to it repeatedly. Oh, and btw, it sounded exactly the same every single time they played it. Every single time.
Joy.
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