It's that time. Get with it.
*Mr. HH came home on Sunday. He stopped and picked me up some flowers for our missed anniversary. Wasn't that nice?
*The other day a friend (a dear friend) took Indy to the "big park" with her kids giving me 3 blessed hours of quiet (a dear, dear, dear friend). I read some of my book club book and relished in the lack of chatter.
*That same night Indy and I were eating dinner and we had a conversation something like this:
Indy: Mom, some big kids did terrible graffiti in the top of slide tower (the big park has a fort like structure that is amazing and mostly enclosed with 6 or 7 tube slides of varying heights and levels of twists).
Me: Really? That's not very nice.
Indy: No, it's not. They drew a naked lady!
Indy: Yeah. Teenagers. Why do the have to act like that? Know what else was up there?
Me [afraid to ask]: What?
Indy: A bunch of...[looks left and right, cups his hand around his mouth and speaks in a stage whisper] wieners!
Me: Um, ookaaay. Listen, I'm not really a fan of that word. You should use the proper terminology and call it a [can't believe I'm saying this at the dinner table] penis.
Indy: REALLY? Can I say that?
Me: Yes, as long as you use it properly.
Indy: Wow! Well then, a bunch of [looks left and right, cups his mouth and stage whispers] PENISES!
*72 degrees is the official "room temperature"
*2 days after the above dinner conversation, Indy and I were watching a movie. He grabbed the remote and paused it. I asked him what he was doing and he responded as he ran off toward the bathroom: I have to pee before my PENIS explodes. Double facepalm.
*I feel guilty if I don't update my facebook status at least once a week.
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