The kids are at it again. I hope. Any other explanation is unsettling.
You might recall the incident a week ago when I had the bejezus scared from within my body. The American girl dolls were standing on the stairs looking at me as I walked through the living room. Well, tonight they struck again. I left the house to get Supermom a Sonic Blast for Valentines Day because I am super thoughtful and good at Valentines. The best. You wouldn’t believe how good. I know several Valentines experts and they ask me, “How do you do it so well?” Incredible.
Anyway, the children were in bed and the dog was fast asleep on the couch. The creepy dolls were nowhere in sight.
Twenty minutes later I returned with the prized treat for m’lady and who is ready to greet me? The same two dolls. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen. This time was even better because they had a handwritten note.
My first instinct was ransom note or death threat but, apparently, I had them all wrong. They just want to know what’s up and if we could Netflix it up sometime. Sorry ladies. I’m married and you are possessed by the devil, it just wouldn’t work. XOXO to my BFF American Girl dolls Kitt and Julie.
Jane later admitted to writing this with her left hand to confuse me. Nice.
It has been a while since I posted a rough picture. Luckily, my children are getting less gross as they grow older. No one has crapped their pants in at least a year. That phase should be passed. But as I learned last week, that doesn’t mean I wont be exposed to general grossness out in the world.
While eating Chinese buffet food I realized that I needed to use the restroom. Upon walking into the restroom I realized that someone else had used it before me. Recently. There was an odor in the air that was more intense than the usual Kung Pao backfire. As my eyes began to water and my nose to burn I looked for the source of the problem. I found it quickly.
Someone had missed the toilet completely and attempted to clean things up with a handful of recycled brown hand towels. They smeared it around nice and thin to completely stain the grout and volatilize all the odor carrying compounds. It was overwhelming. I left. No one has to pee that bad.
My fortune cookie put it all back into perspective.
Three Shades of Grey?
Fifty shades freed. A good title for the movie because that is how I feel after the third and final installment of this series. No matter what happens I know that next year won’t involve a trip to a premier for Christian and Anastasia. Out of all three movie, this was the weakest premier. No lady popping pills behind us or telling us all the things the story made her feel. There were about twenty people in the theatre for the seven o’clock release party. I’m not saying the movie was a total let down but I will tell you that when we got home Supermom cleaned the drain in the girls’ bathroom sink.
When a soft-core porn trilogy goes bad enough that you clean house afterwards it is probably time to stop making the movies.
While the movies and storyline are completely ridiculous I did find a nugget of truth. The three phases of a relationship get represented well. The excited phase where life = sex + activities. The settling down phase that has some soul searching and struggle with commitment. And the nesting phase where you are consumed by house hunting, friends getting married, and finding out your wife is pregnant and reacting badly to it. All that was pretty well on par. The thing I struggled with for the movie was the steady disappointment of meeting a good character and having a strong introduction only to waste it on the back end of the story. Don’t get me emotionally involved in a character who will only play a minor role for the rest of the entire movie. Like the real estate lady who helped Elliot buy an engagement ring. That story still doesn’t make sense. Anna should have called him on that BS but married couple phase doesn’t allow for rocking the boat and breaking bro-code.
I guess that is enough updating for now. Next time I want to include some info on Mr. Jasper and what he has been up to.
If you like creepy dolls and B-level sexy movies. This post is for you. You’re welcome.
-Underdaddy to the rescue.
I feel good about my decision never to benefit that author or those movies in any way.
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There are better things to read. Now if she wrote a comic strip… maybe we could dispense with the idea of it having a plot.
Thanks for the belly laugh. I’m embarrassed to say that a good poo story is still high on my list for entertainment value. I have a couple of personal poo stories that I tell aloud and they never fail to get huge laughs, even from me, still!!!
As for 50 shades – The trilogy was required ready for my book club. Worse books I have ever read, ever! I scanned the books 2 and 3 and didn’t miss a thing. Happy I never had to endure the movies. Yikes!
I too have been frightened by toys in the darkness . . . so embarrassing. I’m glad that no one every witnessed my scaredy cat reactions.
Thanks again xoxoxo
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