Eleven months ..... and we need ......

     ..... some humor.

Today was a somber day.  I went to two (yes, 2) funerals today.  One for a 2 day old baby boy and one for a 62 year old man.  Two very different, yet very close to home, events.

I managed to hold it together, though there were many tears, at the baby's service.  Even while seeing that precious little boy lying there.  

The next service was very, very close to home.  Another husband.  Another father.  Another friend.  And quite a few of the same songs that we had.  

All on the 18th.

But in spite of all of these "circumstances" --- not a horrible day.  Just a very somber one.

So I have decided that we all need some humor tonight.

Hence I will share some of my life with you.  

A couple of weeks ago I got fed up with Son #3 not fully engaging in my requests around the house (isn't that a lovely way of saying I was sick and tired of him not listening to and obeying me?!).  So I told him that he had to turn his phone over to me.  He asked why but didn't complain.  He went upstairs to get it.

Of course, after about 20 minutes I had to call upstairs for him to bring it down.  I received a very pleasant, "Okay."

I should have immediately known that something was amiss.  My "before" mom-senses would have totally picked up on it.  Totally.

But alas, I did not.  The boy came down the stairs and handed me his phone.  He was very nice about it.  Again ..... I should have realized .......

So the next night was his last football game.  My mom and D came in for the game, as usual (a huge YAY for Mom and D --- they were wonderful football grandparents!!!  It was sooo nice to have them there with me.  So, so nice.).

I took Son #3's phone out of my purse to show my mom my trophy of the week.  She asked why I had it and I told her that I was less than pleased with Son #3's response time (again ..... nice, huh?).  As I was telling her this I was turning the phone on.  Don't ask me why.  I have no idea.  I just did.

In the middle of explaining to her what had been going on I suddenly stopped and said, "That little s----!".  Now, I will leave the blank word totally up to your imagination.  There are quite a few words that fit there .... snot, stink, stud ..... whatever.  However, when you read the rest of the story I think you'll be able to detect the exact word.

Here's what caused my outburst ---- after the phone came on, I looked down at it and saw this message:

Please insert SIM card

Ummmm, yes, you read that right.  The little s--- had taken the SIM card out of the phone before giving it to me and then inserted it into a phone he had borrowed from a friend.  

See what I mean?  What word would YOU use?!

And yes, he's too smart for his own good sometimes.

So I fumed through some of the game, but still enjoyed it and cheered for him every time he came out and made a play.

After the game we found him and here's the conversation that ensued:

Me:  "YAY!!!!!  Congrats on the game!!  You guys did an awesome job and YOU played very well!  You made several good plays and some great tackles.  Good job!  Undefeated!!  Woot!!!"

(or something very close to all of that).

...... slight pause ........"So ...... where's your phone?"

Him: ..... another slight pause ..... "ummm, I gave it to you."  I might add that there was just a touch of nervousness with that sentence.

Me:  "Where is your phone WITH THE SIM CARD IN IT?!!!"

Him: ...... a longer pause ........ "Ummmmm, in my backpack."

Me: "And where's your backpack?!"

Him: "...... at school."

Me:  "So when you get to school and get your backpack and then RIDE your bike home in the dark, because you will NOT call me to come pick you up tonight, you will walk in the door and give me both the phone AND THE SIM CARD!"

Him: "OK"

Me:  "Alright.  Congrats on the game.  See you when you get home."

Stop laughing.  You, too, have your own stories like this that would make me laugh hard enough to pee my pants, don't you?!

And then he came home.  He walked right in and handed me the phone and showed me the SIM card.

Me:  "What the heck were you thinking?  Do you think I'm stupid?"

Him:  "I didn't think you'd turn it on!"

Me:  "You need to stop counting on that "fog" to be with me all of the time now.  I'm starting to come out of it and you're going to start being very surprised!"

Him:  "Yeah"

And so it goes.

Here's the latest with my horse-dog, who I'm starting to think really needs a play mate.

This week she has started trying to play with her reflection in the full-length mirrors in my bathroom.  When she can't get the puppy to play with her she lies on the floor in front of the mirror and cries.  

It's totally pathetic.

And a little bit sad.

So yes, I am considering getting another one.  Her mom is pregnant and due in December.  My mom and D are getting one of the puppies (as long as it's a female) and I'm thinking about getting one, too.

I.  Am.  Certifiable.

I know that.  

So .... can you really be crazy if you KNOW that you're crazy?!  I wonder ......

I'd get a small dog but I think she'd sit on it and that would be the end of that.  Heck, it's almost the end of me when she sits on me!

So in the mornings she's a crying pathetic puppy and in the evenings she's a whirling dervish.

The kitties are doing well.  They spend a lot more time in my lap now.  I think they need a little reassurance, but then .... who doesn't?

So tomorrow is "Ask Me Wednesday".  It's going to be a very short post if there aren't any questions!!

Dig deep!!