Hopefully I have at least 5 deep thoughts for you tonight.
1. It’s impossible to own a human being but we use “ownership” pronouns constantly. My kids. My mom. Your dad. Our parents. My husband. We simply lease relationships with people until we are seperated.
2. On the other hand, the law sees animals as property. Not all animals are meat on the hoof… but still we “own” our companion animals.
3. Being at the dentist at 8 am is not my idea of fun. However, the children’s dentist is really cool and they give “candy air” to the kids. It makes them very funny for about an hour, especially when it starts to wear off. Alyssa says “Mommy, my feet tickle all by themselves!”
4. 6 oz birds should not be able to rule your life, but somehow, Pete and Cami certainly think they own me. They’ll have to fight Spooks, Ernie, and Abbie for ownership. Nola’s happy just being my friend and Calista is interested in the flavor of my chapstick. I need to remind them that they only reason they aren’t food is because they’ll never be big enough to stuff.
5. My The kids who live in my house have an absolutely 0% chance of being normal. Ever. Their mom’s idea of fun is to freak up the makeup, strap on the camera, go to the aquarium and remind the freak-sized spider crabs that they taste good with butter and take pictures of the shocked faces. It works even better when you have about 6 adorable kids with you who look absolutely innocent. The oldest gets to hold the camera.
6. Bonus thought! No matter how odd my life is, I’m still shocked that the local supermarket is giving away a free watermelon with every purchase. Things you don’t expect from your cashier: would you like a free watermelon? A what? A watermelon. Say that again. WATERMELON. It’s free – pick one up on your way out.
7. Bonus thought! Every single person I know objectifies my “ghetto bootie” and I kind of like it. One of my friends who is from Haiti said “you know your daddy ain’t white, right?” the very first time we met. Not-so-secretly, I love that. It’s like the only physical feature I have that seperates me from the crowd of average height, average weight, pink toned women.
Time to pick one of my three new books and get in the tub. I should be able to sleep in tomorrow, thankyouJesus! I get to choose from Laurell K. Hamilton, Michael Palmer, and Catherine Coulter’s TailSpin. The first two are guaranteed to rock. The last one is not so sure… I’m about to reevaluate my love of Ms. Coulter. The last few have been just exploiting her bestseller name. I’ll keep TABLP updated on THAT relationship.