Everything I Tell you is Hearsay

and she is definitely doing so today. everytime i look at the clock i am shocked all over again at what time it only is. sheesh.

the highlight of my day so far was the following exchange:

(me) so i am bringing home a bag of potatoes for dinner

(hodie) ooh!

(me) and some kielbasa.

(she) ooh!

(me) guess what we are having for dinner?

(she) potatoes and kielbasa?

(me-astounded) are you PSYCHIC?? how did you KNOW??

(she) *rolls eyes. i can HEAR this through the phone*

this, my friends, is what i have been reduced to. there are only so many ways of driving around facebook and killing time. i have driven everyone who loves me to the point of madness with various plan-making and plan-remaking conversations over the course of the last few days, so i feel obligated, for the sake of these loved ones, to sit on my hands and stop bothering the crap out of them. and of course, traffic in the clinic has slowed down just at this most inopportune moment. sigh.

something funny to me yesterday…

i’ve seen The Little Mermaid about 8,479 times. i can quote dialogue, sing all the songs, blah blah blah. and yet, the following escaped me;

“mom, you know how when Ariel and Flounder are exploring the shipwreck and the shark comes after them?”
“yeah?”
“why does Flounder scream ‘RUN?!’ they don’t have legs…”

no shit. huh. ha.

So,

the child has been after me to let her get a pet. i have been opposed to this because generally i am not in favor of:

cleaning up poop
small rodents in my house
creatures without advanced limbic systems in cages
pet based aromas

all of which tend to accompany the pets she is suggesting she become the owner of. i have encouraged her to make friends with the pencils who have all manner of pets furry and reptile, swimmers and scamperers alike. she views this suggestions with skepticism.

then, apparently inspired, yesterday she said the following: mom, what i really want is something other than a pet. how about instead of a HAM-ster, i get a SIS-ter!!

because a sibling really is the ultimate pet

if you are what you eat, it’s better to be a potato than spaghetti. because potatoes are still kinda cute but spaghetti is not. plus it’s totally not huggable but a potato pretty much is.

unassailable logic, that.