Friday, June 17, 2005

On second thought . . .

My foot's not quite as swollen today . . .

Maybe it's actually getting better . . .

Maybe I should give it the weekend and see how it goes . . .

What I'm really trying to avoid is taking my horrible children to the clinic. I mean, if we get down to the brass tacks of it all, that's why I don't want to go.

They have spent the morning fighting, fussing, and arguing. The scene that has been repeated ad nauseum today is two ganging up on whichever sibling looks most like the wounded gazelle right before the other two pounce like a couple of voracious momma lions. Sometimes it's oldest two against baby. Sometimes it's girls against boy. Sometimes it's youngest two doing everything in their powers to annoying the living shit out of their oldest sister.

Sometimes Momma just wants a drink . . . and a pack of Marlboro Lights . . . and a cabana boy named Frederique who's just gay enough to look good but not want to touch me in any manner that might be considered sexual. Yeah. That's what Momma wants.

4 comments:

MrsCoach2U said...

If Frederique shows up and Miquel is with him, you'd better be damned sure you call me!!!!!

P.S. LeAnn will be here alone today, bring the kids here and go to the clinic....pretend your going to the bathroom! She'll figure it out after an hour or so!

Redneck Diva said...

ROFL Don't tempt me, girl. Do NOT tempt me...

If Frederique and Miguel show up, not only will I call you, I'll send them to personally pick you up!

Lightning Bug's Butt said...

I think I know a couple of Frederiques in my town.

Redneck Diva said...

Frederique, Miguel, Carlos - they're all just pieces of man-meat to me. Send any you find my way!!