"Did we lock the door?" "Nooo?" "Crap!" Scramble, skid...ROFLOL
I'm at school, in the stupidest class on the planet, and I still have over an hour before it's over with. Wooey.
Yeah. All that happens is one of my teachers for a different class talks on and on and on about how to manage time and then hands out this paper saying, here, have a research project! Yay! Well, okay not an exact research project, but it might as well be. Write down all your goals for college over all, and list all the classes you need to accomplish those goals and then find out transfer policies for universities, choose an elective, tell why, and find out if you can get university credit for that elective and Lordy, can I just NOT???
So.... did I mention that I seriously have to pee, but that the dumb-dumb teacher is going to call us over there to talk to her soon so I don't have a choice and I can't leave yet? Yeah.
That baby needs to hurry her little bottom side up.
Ah, here's an anecdote for you: while at Mim's, we cleaned the whole house from top to bottom, even though we only got about half of it done before she had to take a nap and I had to refill my fudgsicle urge. So, I cleaned the bathroom sink area and when I say I cleaned, I mean, wooey, I cleaned. I sanitized and sterilized like a mad woman. So, later, after her nap and my fudgesicle, we're sitiing on the bed looking up x-rays in her pregnancy books (because she had a pelvic x-ray sometime in late January, the baby would have been a little over a month old or so) and she was worried. All of a sudden, we look at the time and realize, oh Matt's about to come home....wait, did we lock the door after Articia left??? No! Matt's gonna freak, lol! So I jumped up offf the bed, scrambled out of the bedroom, hit the newly sterilized linolium floor running in sweaty bare feet.... and skid the entire length of it, hit the carpet and landed flat on my face. Megan comes running up as fast as a 9 month pregnant woman can, and in between gasping giggles, and holding her protruding stomach, asks me if I'm okay. I'm laying on the floor, laughing too hard to say anything, with skin peeled off my knee and my forearm and I cannot get up. If there had been a raging fire bursting out next to us, I don't know if I could have gotten up. Well, maybe, to save the Mim, but otherwise I would have laid there and giggled to my death. So Matt walks in, after unlocking the door, lo and behold, and STEPS ON MY BOTTOMSIDE to get to the bathroom.
Thank you for being such a fantastic brother in law, Matt. No, really.
I am still giggling at this point, Megan is still huffing and puffing from the exertion, and I can hear Matt farting in the bathroom.
Yay life.
Yeah. All that happens is one of my teachers for a different class talks on and on and on about how to manage time and then hands out this paper saying, here, have a research project! Yay! Well, okay not an exact research project, but it might as well be. Write down all your goals for college over all, and list all the classes you need to accomplish those goals and then find out transfer policies for universities, choose an elective, tell why, and find out if you can get university credit for that elective and Lordy, can I just NOT???
So.... did I mention that I seriously have to pee, but that the dumb-dumb teacher is going to call us over there to talk to her soon so I don't have a choice and I can't leave yet? Yeah.
That baby needs to hurry her little bottom side up.
Ah, here's an anecdote for you: while at Mim's, we cleaned the whole house from top to bottom, even though we only got about half of it done before she had to take a nap and I had to refill my fudgsicle urge. So, I cleaned the bathroom sink area and when I say I cleaned, I mean, wooey, I cleaned. I sanitized and sterilized like a mad woman. So, later, after her nap and my fudgesicle, we're sitiing on the bed looking up x-rays in her pregnancy books (because she had a pelvic x-ray sometime in late January, the baby would have been a little over a month old or so) and she was worried. All of a sudden, we look at the time and realize, oh Matt's about to come home....wait, did we lock the door after Articia left??? No! Matt's gonna freak, lol! So I jumped up offf the bed, scrambled out of the bedroom, hit the newly sterilized linolium floor running in sweaty bare feet.... and skid the entire length of it, hit the carpet and landed flat on my face. Megan comes running up as fast as a 9 month pregnant woman can, and in between gasping giggles, and holding her protruding stomach, asks me if I'm okay. I'm laying on the floor, laughing too hard to say anything, with skin peeled off my knee and my forearm and I cannot get up. If there had been a raging fire bursting out next to us, I don't know if I could have gotten up. Well, maybe, to save the Mim, but otherwise I would have laid there and giggled to my death. So Matt walks in, after unlocking the door, lo and behold, and STEPS ON MY BOTTOMSIDE to get to the bathroom.
Thank you for being such a fantastic brother in law, Matt. No, really.
I am still giggling at this point, Megan is still huffing and puffing from the exertion, and I can hear Matt farting in the bathroom.
Yay life.