One of my favorite blogs, “Life Turned Upside Down” has posed some questions. So being me, and I love a list, I’ll answer.
1. Why does a gallon of milk cost more than a pack of cigarettes? The same reason fresh fruit costs more than processed. The health care industry NEEDS YOUR MONEY!
2. Why does my teenager think that by TELLING me that she isn’t going to do something that I won’t MAKE her do it? At least she’s not YELLING at you. And you did it to your mother - payback.
3. Why does my husband think it is fun to encourage my little male dog by calling him “Vlad the Impaler” (as in Vlad Dracul) (there is a story behind this and I will just say that it has to do with “short man syndrome”) I think you answered your own question.
4. Why does Al think I have OCD? ?Que?
5. How did my most unfriendly cat all of a sudden become a social butterfly? Cats are weird.
6. Why do so many people want to know what the lyrics are to the theme song from the Fresh Prince of Bel Aire? Cause it’s a ROCKIN show. That’s why!
7. What happens to boys between 5th and 6th grade to make their attitudes so different? Girls. And their weens come alive. Sorry, mom.
8. Just curious, who are my readers from Iowa and Florida? MEEEEEE!!!!! I’m in Orlando! It’s friggin hot. And not in a good way.
Their ‘weens’… I love it!
THanks for the MM visit and your comments!
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Thank you so much! I was really hoping that the “girls and weens” thing wouldn’t start for at least another couple of years. sigh
Oh, and I need to clarify something here. The dog has short man syndrome, not my husband. I should have been clearer on that! Hopefully my husband hasn’t read it yet!
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I’m in Florida, too. About an hour or so away from you, actually.
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In west Philedelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin’ out maxin’, relaxin’, while shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school. When a coupl’a guys, they were up to no good, starting making trouble in da neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said, “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in bel Air”. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said “FRESH” and it had dice on the mirror. If anything I can say that this cab is rare but I thought ‘nah, forget it, yo home’s to bel Air’. I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, “Yo homes, smell ya late’a”, looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my home as The Prince of bel Air!
PROPS TO WILL SMITH FOREVER, YO!
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LOLZ. Now I’m gonna have that in my head ALL DAY!!!
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Your answers make me laugh! Have a good weekend!
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