Mommy’s Theory Thursday.

So my whole intentions of this blog was to give you some insight in to how this twisted, messed up, most the time sarcastic mind of mine works. You may like what I write, you may not. All in all these are some of the messed up theories that often bounce around in my head. I’ve divided them out by category you could call it. So you will get a few every Thursday. So here it goes.

 

Today’s category is : Theories in a child’s mind.

 

Hand’s off only means wait till no one is looking.

Siblings are meant to be lookouts, partners in crime, sidekicks, and if all else fails the scapegoat.

Never admit guilt, always blame someone else. (refer to above)

If you don’t like dinner accidently spill your plate on the floor.

Crayons, Markers, Pens, and other writing utensils were made for writing on walls, floors, and everything else besides paper.

Every toy I own will fit under my bed.

Clothes must never make it into the hamper, however must be close enough to say I did it.

All books will have less pages when I’m done reading than when I got it.

Bed time is when we play the quietest.

 

Hope you enjoy. More to come next week.

 

What I meant to say Wednesday

Come on along and play with us!!!

Jump on over to chief’s and grab the button!!!

So here’s my edition, only it’s not what I meant to say, it’s what I’m sure my hubby wanted to say.

There is a little setting it up for ya so you understand why he said it. My hubby has one of those “white man afro’s”, so he let’s me cut his hair. You know the type where it’s so curly even if I don’t have all the hair’s cut to the exact same length no one is even going to notice. So ok I’m getting there just hold on to your horses mouses mice. So I’m all done cutting the fro-age and we are now onto shaving the back, the neck part. Yeah I said shave, come on we are a house of girls (even both dogs) why would I buy a set of buzzers just for this little part on him.

Anywho he is sitting there and says, “I wish we could have eyes in the back of our heads.” I’m like ok, “why?” All he says is, “ I don’t know, just because I guess.”

When I’m sure what he meant to say was. “Because then I could cut my own hair and shave my own neck so that I’m not sitting on pins and needles the whole time as you are bouncing around my head talking my ear off and coming at me with all those sharp utensils. Who knows when you will slip, trip, get pissed, or any other means or way that some how you manage to cut, poke, stick, or jab me. I’m really dreading the time when I’ll have to call 911 because I was only getting a hair cut. I cherish my blood and life to much to keep letting you do this!!”

That’s what I think he was gonna say but decided to bite his tongue instead.

First attempt at Post-it Note Tuesday!

So here is my first attempt, fingers crossed.

Play along with us courtesy of SUPAH MOMMY

Here goes nothing!!!

That was fun!! Can’t wait till next Tuesday now!!