13 December 2005

how cold is f*#king cold?

i'm kind of wondering, because my mom just came back in the house after trying to hang some sort of festive decoration outside, and her nose is red and runny, she's jumping around like some idiot while trying to hold her hands under the water in the kitchen sink. i heard her tell the boy it's f*#king cold and she's not gonna mess with any more decorations because her hands don't work anymore. i actually think she was annoyed with the boy. i say this because i was watching her while she was outside and she looked pretty pitiful and then i saw the boy walk up to her and then he gave her his gloves and came into the toasty house while mom stayed outside and kept trying to hang those things on the gates. actually, she looked pretty funny, but then i could tell she wasn't very happy because as the boy turned and walked into the house she made one of her razzum frazzum rickum ruckum faces and the next thing i know...she's in the house, too, yippin' about the f*#king cold.
as you can see, bobo does not seem to mind the frigid temps...quite the opposite. he's pretty sure this white stuff was put in our backyard for the sole purpose of making it more fun to hide greenies. ah bobo...when will you realize that i know exactly where you "hide" all your treats and when you're not looking i get 'em? hahaha! (yes yes, he's the sweetest thing but he's also incredibly naive...teehee).
WILL mom finish decorating the house today?? nope. WILL she continue to yip about the f*#king cold?? yep. IS it time for my dinner??? yup.
"I worry that the person who thought up Muzak might might be thinking up something else." ~ Lily Tomlin

2 Comments:

Blogger BoBo Banjoey said...

love it. using those words in front of our little girl?

love you

14/12/05 2:29 PM  
Blogger puppytoes said...

tee hee...maybe! (no, not really) love YOU!

14/12/05 7:00 PM  

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