Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Really Important Stuff

You know, I'm a sports fan and all ... but sometimes I wanna pull a Ralph Kramden:
"One of these days … one of these days … POW, right in the kisser!"

Clues. I try to drop clues routinely (women, please note that men typically don't take clues well). Mine got this one. It's 11:15 at night. I'm out of the shower and in my robe. I pull up YouTube and crank up some Nine Inch Nails.

Army of Dad: Can we wait a few minutes? This game is really good.
Army of Mom: *turning to TV* USC and Oregon?
Army of Dad: Yeah.
Army of Mom: Well, as long as its really important to you.
Army of Dad: Wow! Did you see that? There's life in this game!

*grabbing my newest read - Brisingr - and heading to bed. Thanks to Old Man Rufus for my new book. Can't wait to see how Eragon and Roran get out of their mess and defeat Galbatorix.


  • At 10:53 AM, September 26, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    On one hand . . . hell hath no revenge comparable to that of a ticked-off wife who authors a blog!

    But, on the other . . . if your robe was slinky/satiny and not terrycloth, and I'm getting your drift correctly as to your intentions out of the shower--hey, if I'm AoD, that TV gets switched off within seconds!

  • At 12:01 PM, September 26, 2008, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    You could have said "No, we can't wait a few minutes."

    I would have shut off the TV in a heartbeat (ok, a long heartbeat, but off none-the-less).

  • At 12:25 PM, September 26, 2008, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    In his defense, he did ask if it can wait ... he may have stopped had I said NO. :)

    And, it was a terrycloth robe. *sigh* I'm such a housewife. :)


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