flightless hag

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

November 11, 2012

isms of moth

So we were driving back from church today.... hey, don't look like that. We go to church. Regularly even. Usually, it's the 8:30 service (a.k.a get your ticket punched in 45 minutes or less) but today I forced the clan to go to the long mass.


The Haverford High School Concert Choir was singing there today. And MAN could those kids sing. What a blessing. I so miss the music and rhythm of actually going to a real mass... I was enjoying myself so much...

And my boys, all three of them, rolled their eyes and sighed the whole time.

Hence the regular 8:30 service. I suppose it's better than nothing.

Anyway, we're driving home, and I promised Stinky I'd walk him over to Ardmore, buy lunch, and some athletic pants for school (not allowed to wear jeans on gym days) if he didn't fight with  his brother between the car ride and when I was ready to go.

Cue Mothy a pickin on Stinks. It was crazy. I finally said, "Tim, you stop that. Stop being a bad boy and trying to ruin your brother's afternoon."

Tim looked at me and said, "I'm not a bad boy. Bad boys go to aich eee double hockey sticks, and I've never been there. Yet. So I'm a good boy."

Can't argue with that logic.

So, I walked with Sir Sean over to Ardmore, and we had Indian food, and it was good. And we went to the thrift store and he looked at me aghast. "I can't wear clothes someone else wore!"

"You do it all the time. Where do you think all the clothes you wear - the ones in the attic - come from?"

"Yeah, but they're my relatives. They don't have lice."

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. I still bought a pair of pants there (and a Penn State jersey for Tim). Then we went to Sneaky Pete's for some brand new pants - same ones we got at the thrift store for $5 and the second pair cost almost $30. When it rang up, he looked at me and we had an understanding. Thrift stores aren't all that bad. And lice eggs wash out.

Meanwhile, the entire clan, minus me, have gotten into a huge game of Monopoly. I really despise that game, because one winner smears everyone else. How fun is that? Anyhow, Dad is in the hole, but he has hotels on park place and boardwalk. He swears he'll have it all in the end, mwa ha ha and all that.

See? How is that engendering good family values? I'd rather we all watched another james bond flick. There's some good family values!


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