Because I have a counter full of groceries, and because I need to get the kabobs made and marinating, like now, and because I promised myself I'd clean out Soph's drawers and because I had planned on doing all of these things while Soph was at school--and I pick her up in 55 minutes, I guess I'll blog instead. But only for 10 minutes.
First of all, congratulations to Katy for losing her karaoke cherry--AT A REAL BAR! (ok--tavern, but we've been over that.) After a lovely double dinner "date" with the Katester and Sean (the karaoke DJ, E's old pal, Katy's some-time LDS chat pal--Don't look at me--I don't know the fucker) we headed to Celebrities again for some karaoke madness. I'm thinking that this summer Wednesdays will be officially spent in much that same manner. Katy started out with an absolutely inspired "Walkin After Midnight" with some moves that made me quite proud. I love after her first number, the first thing she said when she sat down was, "What should I sing next?" What she did sing next was "One Way or Another" and, again, nailed it.
I, personally went with "These Boots are Made for Walkin'" (again with the walkin'), "Son of a Preacher Man," and my offical number of the evening, which I did practice, thank you very much, in the mirror in the living room, using Soph's Strawberry Shortcake Happy Meal prize as a microphone, was "I Want You to Want Me." I even got some clap along from the crowd on that one.
Shit. 3 Minutes left. Soph was grumpy as hell when she woke up this morning. The inner brat is kind of raging lately, and apparently, I am NEVER going to her party OR be her friend OR play with her Baby Bratz (Grandma bought it. I am going to loose it, like soon.) We went to the thrift store for a bit today, and I scored a ton of white Christmas lights with which I am going to bedeck my back patio. I also got one of those light-net-things, and am going to try and kind of suspend it a few inches from the ceiling. Time's up.
Today's best thing about being a mom:
Being consitered very generous for dropping 25 cents on a set of used poster paints, and letting her paint an old cardboard box with them
Today's worst thing about being a mom:
Being consitered a huge bitch for not letting her pee, naked, in the front yard
No time for spell check! Bye!
4 comments:
Be glad she's not a boy, and you get to avoid the whole peeing on a tree thing. Wait, no, Pixie figured out how to pee on a tree. Nevermind.
Ahhhhh f*ck it, you are a biotch.
(no spell check either. Livin' dangerously)
I want to do karaoke with you so bad. so bad.
so bad.
The karaoke queen rides again. You make me want to do karaoke - and I have an AWFUL singing voice.
I love the Christmas lights for summer! Post photos....
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