in the car the other day the following conversation took place between the lord of the ring and myself...i was chewing gum and being snarky and the lord of the ring said
"i am of the firm belief that chewing gum changes one's personality"
"yeah, how so?"
"it makes them cocky and aggressive"
"good lord it's not vodka"
so it's friday which means doughnuts...only this morning the new rule made by the lord of the ring is that if you want friday morning doughnuts you have to actually go on the doughnut run...
this rule was made for the duke who's made a friday morning habit of placing an order for a doughnut and then sitting around watching thirteen year old quiz shows on t.v. waiting for the doughnut to arrive...
so even after the new rule he said he didn't want to go and that he didn't care about getting a doughnut...which i know is a lie, he does care or will when wingman comes home with a ring of maple frosting around his mouth...
but for some reason lately the duke has decided to be contrary about nearly every facet of his life so missing out on the doughnut and pretending it doesn't bug him seems par for the course...
and come to think of it, that kid chews a lot of gum...good lord, it's going to be a long adolescence...
meanwhile as the lord of the ring and wingman were leaving i heard wingman say
"let's get the duke a maple bar"
"i'm not getting him anything...if you don't come you don't get a doughnut"
"then i'll get him something"
little sweetie...the duke bugs the shit out of him daily in the most annoying ways possible but wingman still doesn't want him to miss out on a doughnut...
he's either just another adoring little brother or he's on a campaign to fatten his brother up...then when he finally gets the chance to beat the shit out of him for all those years of big brother torture the duke won't be so bony and angular...which i hear can he hard on the fist...
anyhow, moving right along you will be happy to know the tree is gone and the lilacs are fine...one branch got broken but for the most part all is well...
so once again my irrational freak-out was all for naught...but hey, there's something to be said for consistancy...
and now there is a cup of coffee a book and a seat at the picnic table outside with my name on them...
enjoy your friday...
x.
3 comments:
Friday doughnut run. I would be a freakin' COW if I had doughnuts every week. Once again, I'm convinced our eldest boys were seperated at birth.
good lord woman *i* haven't had a doughnut in years!...
and you know i agree about our boys being eerily similar...
perhaps it's a good thing we haven't been able to get together as of late!!
x.
I still want to have those two and Dragon Boy's friend C someday-like a day when I don;t have to drive and have a pithcer of margaritas.
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