The leaves are changing, the weather is getting crisp. Pumpkins are ready for carving and apples are calling to be wrapped in caramel. Kids are waiting in anticipation of a dark, creepy night of trick-or-treating. I just can't help myself...I feel the need to hide behind dark corners and lurk behind people in hallways. I think it was my brother-in-law, Mr. Epoo, who first suggested I get myself a broomstick. So yesterday I just couldn't resist when a friend emailed me a computer game. I had to share with a few people that I thought would still be my friend after "playing." Turns out I might have been wrong on a few counts...I'm almost sorry...almost. Then when the Wild Ones came home from school I debated about letting them try the game...for about 3 seconds. I got them all huddled around the computer-nice and close- and let them play. One had eyes as big as the apples we serve with caramel, one covered her eyes and may start speaking to me later today if I am lucky and the third screamed in my ear and then fell on the floor laughing. He made me play it over and over...rolling on the floor each time I did it. I figure I still have two and a half months to campaign for the "Mother of the Year" award...I better get crackin'-- one down, two to go.
2 comments:
Seriously, I wet my pants a little.
Brookie sent it to me and I hate all of you. It scares me so bad, I can't recover for weeks.
Cutes pic ever of your bro-in-law
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