So my dad has converted the garden shed at my parents’ place into an exercise studio, with a weight bench and a stationary bike and free weights. I said heck, I was going to just start going over there to exercise! “Good idea!” Ted said brightly. “It’s even a gym that provides childcare!” *laughs and laughs* My parents thought it was funny, too, but I just like imagining the look on Mom’s face. :) Actually, Ted also said “All it needs is a dance barre!” and now I’m all thinky.…
Tag: funny
typing
So I type very fast. The last time I did a computer-based typing test, which was, jeez, nearly 20 years ago, I typed about 130 words per minute, and I haven’t gotten any slower. The first time I became aware of how odd my typing sounds was at home one afternoon ten or fifteen years ago when my mom said “What’s that sound?” and I stopped typing to listen and couldn’t hear anything and she said “It stopped” and I said “Huh, I donno,” and started typing again and she…
being watched :)
Yesterday I was trying to get the compost bin back in the garden, and was having a bit of a hard time getting it going. Finally, exasperated, I made a cross-eyed sticky-outty-tongue face and rolled my entire head as I bodily lifted it and changed its direction so I could get it to move. Then I looked up and a guy across the street, waiting at the red light in his car, had been watching and was now laughing and laughing and laughing. So that was okay. :) (I admit…
funny boy
Young Indiana has taken up saying, “Hey Mommy, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I invariably respond with, “Yeah, Brain, but…(where are we going to get elephants to skate on the pond?)” He invariably stares at me with big blue eyes and says, “Huh?” :)
girls’ night out
There is very little more entertaining in this world than having Sarah Rees Brennan relate the plot of one of her favourite books to you. It is, I’m fairly convinced, *much* better than actually reading the books, which I think cannot possibly match up to the dramatic and detailed retellings Sarah performs. Last night during a post-dinner drink at a local pub, Sarah related the story of Flambards, to which, I assure you, the Wiki entry does no justice. Flambards is, by Sarah’s retelling, a Gothic romance sort of thing…