What it is ain't exactly clear....
First, please please someone tell me why this is going through my head this morning. Make it stop, won't you? Give me something ELSE, you cheeky monkeys, to have on continuous loop in my addled brain!
Here is where I was going to tell you about something odd that happened to me this morning, and has me concerned, but suffice it to say that by the end of this week I'll know if I should REALLY be concerned or if it's just a momentary bump in my little life path. Y'all do NOT need to bump with me.
There may be a fun new writing project in the offing. There are irons on the fire and pots on the stove and several cooks in the kitchen on this one. Updates will come as events warrant.
And now, a kid story. I know, you've been waiting patiently for me to turn into the mommy-blogger of the year, and because I HATE to disappoint you, and because you're so lovely in the moonlight, here we go:
Yesterday afternoon it became apparent that our pool needed a new filter, being as how the pump was running but nothing was coming OUT, and the water was looking suspiciously cloudy and maybe not so much good for swimming in.
(Oh, and before you get all "Ooooh, Tiff's got a POO-ul, isn't SHE special," I'll have you know it's one of those that to make it work you inflate the top ring and fill it up with water. It's 13' in diameter and only about 2 feet deep, so lay of the snark already. The kids love it and it cost less that $200 bucks and does the trick, but without all the expense of putting a regular pool. That comes next year, because of course I AM fabulously wealthy and can afford the pool and cabana and fancy drinks with umbrellas, but I wanted y'all to LOVE me first and not envy me for my gobs and gobs of cold hard cash. Don't hate me because I'm rich and thin and ...... oh, wait. I'm awake now. That last bit? All a dream. Everything after "regular pool" was a little tangent into the land I like to call "Ludricrous.")
Oops! Back to the story.
So, Thing 2 and I hop into the Kianator and head to the WalMart in search of a pool filter. I decided to go to the "alternate" WalMart to see if it's any closer than the "primary" WalMart, and was richly rewarded by not only finding out that it's NOT (woot!), but also that it made me feel like I was on vacation in a South American Country. Very different clientele from the primary store, which is in the middle of stressed-out white people land. The folks at store 2 appeared to almost live there, and were hanging out in front, talking, wearing their church clothes, eating Subway food ("fraish!"), and seemingly making a day of it. Pretty cool, really.
Soooo, we find the filter and pick up some foam "noodles" for floating in the not-a-real-pool, and head to the checkout.
Where she awaited me, eager large dark eyes seeking mine, the friendly smile on her lips curving her moustache up into a dark grin. Oh, yes, she had a fully-grown lip puppet......black as night and thick as a caterpillar. I could not stop looking at it. I watched it twitch as she greeted me, I stared at its texture as she told me the total, I marvelled at its symmetry as she handed me my change, and I prayed to God Thing 2, my little smartass, would not say a WORD about it.
Which he didn't.
Until we got to the exit, at which point the 9-year-old Thing 2 turned to me very purposefully and said:
"Well, SHE had quite a bit of facial hair, now didn't she?"
Now tell me, was it WRONG to laugh so hard I cried?
I'm not sure I want to live in a world where it would be. :>