|Pamela Tracy here, and I rarely have to look for fun. |
I'm too busy.
Either it happens or it doesn't.
thanks to a grumpy husband:
Him: Why is this ziplock of barbeque sauce in the sink (takes it out)
Me: Because I don't want barbeque sauce smeared all over the counter.
Him: But the sink is where we wash our hands.
Me: Did you notice we have a double sink? Use the other side.
thanks to an 11 year old son:
Him: Mom, did you know that if you give me $5.00, I can buy 100 gems and make my clan bigger.
Me: That's throwing money away. You get nothing in return.
Him: Oh, Mom, you're wrong. I can build up my castle, buy some giants and dragons, and fortify...
(30 minutes later of continual descriptions, black moments, and plot)
Thanks to a seven-month-old puppy
Her: This yarn from the baby blanket my mistress is crocheting looks good. I'll play with it and circle the house from living room to bedroom to bathroom to between the legs of the table.
Her: This Winnie the Pooh, the only toy saved from little lad's babyhood, probably has neat fuzzy stuff inside. I'll chew it until I make a big BIG hole and then I'll spread the fuzzy stuff all around his bedroom floor.
Me and Son: ACK DOG!
Her: My master wears these glasses. I'll try them on for fun. Hmmm, they don't seem to fit. Let me adjust the sides (chew chew). Oh, and why do I need these glass thingies. I'll just pop them out.
Me and Son and Hubby: ACK DOG BAD WORD, BAD WORD, BAD WORD.
Needless to say, I've just started my sixth Heartwarming, which has a pregnant heroine who finds a dead body thanks to her young son and a German Shepherd puppy. Hubby? Oh, I killed him off.
So, who's helping your day stay busy?