Runnin’, Runnin’
Pzzzew...
What was that? Something just went whizzing by at just under the speed of light.
Oh, that was Marti. School starts today.
Just got the girl-child onto the bus. You know, the one the school newsletter said would leave the bus barn in ten minutes. C’mon, I didn’t get this old bein’ stoopid. LOL I’ve been puttin’ youngens on that bus for twenty years.
ME: “Come on girl! We have to drive down to the end of the driveway.”
GIRL: {{Still performing ablutions in the bathroom}} “It’s not time yet!”
ME: “Yes it is! Look at the clock!” (Note: This is the clock I set ahead four minutes, in preparation for this moment *snicker*. Clock manipulation is one of the many artifices in the prepared mother’s bag of tricks.)
GIRL: “Ack!”
ME: {{must not chuckle must not chuckle}}
GIRL: {{Dashing towards door}} “So let’s GO!”
Go we did. Slowly at first, until we reach the crest where we can see the street. The street where a big yellow rooftop lurks.
GIRL: “Ack! Go faster!”
We are already going 25 miles an hour down the gravel roadbed. If I speed up we will hit that last bump near the end of the driveway and launch OVER the bus, a la Dukes of Hazzard. Since I’m not wearing my cut-off short-shorts and a bandana printed shirt tied jauntily under my breasts, I decline. We still managed to get her safely up the rubber-cleated steps. The driver grins and waves to me. A new year begins.
I return to the house to learn that...ACK! (A good “Ack“ LOL) I have been profiled on Third Age Blog by BlogHer featured speaker, Yvonne Divita!
Please swing over there and read the interview! Right now I have to go reset all of the clocks, the boy has to get up for work before long....LOL!
Hope all of you have a wonderful day! Thanks for stopping by!
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What was that? Something just went whizzing by at just under the speed of light.
Oh, that was Marti. School starts today.
Just got the girl-child onto the bus. You know, the one the school newsletter said would leave the bus barn in ten minutes. C’mon, I didn’t get this old bein’ stoopid. LOL I’ve been puttin’ youngens on that bus for twenty years.
ME: “Come on girl! We have to drive down to the end of the driveway.”
GIRL: {{Still performing ablutions in the bathroom}} “It’s not time yet!”
ME: “Yes it is! Look at the clock!” (Note: This is the clock I set ahead four minutes, in preparation for this moment *snicker*. Clock manipulation is one of the many artifices in the prepared mother’s bag of tricks.)
GIRL: “Ack!”
ME: {{must not chuckle must not chuckle}}
GIRL: {{Dashing towards door}} “So let’s GO!”
Go we did. Slowly at first, until we reach the crest where we can see the street. The street where a big yellow rooftop lurks.
GIRL: “Ack! Go faster!”
We are already going 25 miles an hour down the gravel roadbed. If I speed up we will hit that last bump near the end of the driveway and launch OVER the bus, a la Dukes of Hazzard. Since I’m not wearing my cut-off short-shorts and a bandana printed shirt tied jauntily under my breasts, I decline. We still managed to get her safely up the rubber-cleated steps. The driver grins and waves to me. A new year begins.
I return to the house to learn that...ACK! (A good “Ack“ LOL) I have been profiled on Third Age Blog by BlogHer featured speaker, Yvonne Divita!
Please swing over there and read the interview! Right now I have to go reset all of the clocks, the boy has to get up for work before long....LOL!
Hope all of you have a wonderful day! Thanks for stopping by!
To leave a comment, please go here
Thanks!
