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I've been using this icon a lot, but I'm so bloody tired.
Took the kid out for ice cream and McD's the other day (because I'm Stepmom of the Year) and we were talking about the hurricane that was coming up the coast. He was all kinds of nervous about it, so I was telling him it had been ages since we'd been directly hit because the water's too cold and plus we had the cold front, etc. The last one I remember was Bob in, I think, 1992 when I wasn't much older than him. Conversation goes as follows:
Me: I wasn't much older than you when Bob hit.
E: Was it scary? Did you die!?
Me: (not thinking, sarcastically) Yes, E, I died.
E: (misses sarcasm, gets very excited) Really!?
Me: No, E, not really.
E: (massively disappointed) Oh. (gives me a a look like I just kicked a puppy with a lolly in its mouth)
E is definitely Steven's son. The following conversation happened sometime later that day:
Me: (yammering on about something I've forgotten, makes a speading/shooing motion with my hands) Blah blah blah PANTIES!
Steven: (repeats gesture) What's that?
Me: (again, sarcastic) That's the international sign for PANTIES.
Steven: (gets excited) Really!?!?
Me: No. Not really.
Steven: Oh. (pause) You know, I would've believed you if you said yes.
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pinkandsilver's heard this story 14 times now. I think we all were drinking the margaritas when it was first repeated. Christ on a stick but I'm tired.
Took the kid out for ice cream and McD's the other day (because I'm Stepmom of the Year) and we were talking about the hurricane that was coming up the coast. He was all kinds of nervous about it, so I was telling him it had been ages since we'd been directly hit because the water's too cold and plus we had the cold front, etc. The last one I remember was Bob in, I think, 1992 when I wasn't much older than him. Conversation goes as follows:
Me: I wasn't much older than you when Bob hit.
E: Was it scary? Did you die!?
Me: (not thinking, sarcastically) Yes, E, I died.
E: (misses sarcasm, gets very excited) Really!?
Me: No, E, not really.
E: (massively disappointed) Oh. (gives me a a look like I just kicked a puppy with a lolly in its mouth)
E is definitely Steven's son. The following conversation happened sometime later that day:
Me: (yammering on about something I've forgotten, makes a speading/shooing motion with my hands) Blah blah blah PANTIES!
Steven: (repeats gesture) What's that?
Me: (again, sarcastic) That's the international sign for PANTIES.
Steven: (gets excited) Really!?!?
Me: No. Not really.
Steven: Oh. (pause) You know, I would've believed you if you said yes.
pinkandsilver's heard this story 14 times now. I think we all were drinking the margaritas when it was first repeated. Christ on a stick but I'm tired.