I happen to be so flat-chested that I have to wear enormous padded bras so as to not be confused for a man. (Or a Russian man on the days that I also neglect to put on make-up.) Therefore, my sons think that a bra and boobs are one and the same. They saw one of my unnatural contraptions atop the laundry pile tonight, and, having forgotten that I was in the room, giggled to themselves and said that I should be embarrassed to have it lying there in the open. Then they discussed what it would be like if "boys wore boobs too". It was an enlightening conversation to eavesdrop on. One day, they are going to be very surprised when they learn the whole truth about breasts.
On to the next item...
Today, after I had cleaned up vomit and a bowl of spilled egg whites, (thank you, Bryan and Drew), I heard Drew calling to be let out of the bathroom. I had no idea he was in the bathroom, but being stuck inside could only mean that he had something slippery on his hands preventing him from properly turning the doorknob. Not good. Sure enough, we found this:
He had found the toothpaste, confused it with hair gel, and applied it liberally to his sun-bleached locks.
Four things:
1. His head smelled really good.
2. Toothpaste actually held his hair in place far better than most gels I've tried.
3. Toothpaste foams up quite a bit more than shampoo when rubbed through the scalp.
4. The above incident prompted hair cuts for all three of my oldest boys today. Never one of their most favorite activities.
And finally, there are only six more days until school resumes, and I have very mixed emotions about it. I feel as though summer has slipped through our fingers. It's gone too fast. On the other hand, the boys need to re-shape their brains into something with substance, as, currently, their brains have turned into a soupy mush. I almost envy their new beginnings. I always loved the start of a new school year with fresh, unscathed notebooks, shiny binders and new pencils waiting to be shaved into perfect, pointy tips. I still have a love-affair with office supplies. Staples is one of my favorite stores. That and tire stores. They both have lovely smells.
And now I must quit before I become even more pointlessly obnoxious.
6 comments:
I've always loved the office supply stores too! My obsession, though kept very much in control - usually, is baskets and bins and storage containers. I'm always lusting after them in the stores.
These are some really super-weird genes we have that cause all the women to be obsessed over office supplies and boxes/storage containers. My obsession comes more in the way of loving to fill out forms, which encompasses using the office supplies to fill out boxes. You are not alone!
Also, I shall not name names, but a certain someone I know uses 2 huge padded brasat the same time to create an even boobier effect. She says it works great and loves it, but Eric just thinks that kind of thing is false advertisement. You be the judge...
Oh, what a wonderful conversation to eavesdrop on, indeed! :)
I also have an office supply obsession - I went to Walmart last week and stocked up on school supplies, and my boys are not even two yet. There's just something about a package of 12 brand new shiny pens that makes me very happy.
you are all wierd!!!!!!!!
The office supply thing is not just a Norman issue. One Kestner woman here loves Staples/office depot/any office supply will do.
I have to make myself leave without anything.
I think it is all the potential the new things hold. I loved new school supplies and all the opening and getting ready for a year I was uaually not so sure of.
I am a little surprised at teh number of people with my same fetish! We are all so awesome!!
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