Dear reader, are you relieved to see the weekend? I am. Even though it promises to be busy for us, I'm just happy not to have to get the girls up early and listen to them despair at how tired they are. It's a legitimate complaint, so it's not as if I don't feel empathy...it's just that if I show too much empathy, if I acknowledge my own weariness in the matter, my little wolfpack will sense their advantage like a primal instinct for blood and somehow take down the entire household.
Trust me, it's happened before. And it took me days (plus a slew of thumb wars) to reestablish my place as leader of the pack.
(Leader of the pack? Isn't that supposed to be the man's role? By all means, but let's not get too bogged down in the semantics...)
Anyway, it's been an eventful week. Science fair projects. Music rehearsals. Cars refusing to start out in the middle of what some might describe as a less than savory area of town.
The lovely thing about my distress was in the short while it took a friend to come by with jumper cables, not one, not two, but three gallant gentlemen pulled up on their trusty steeds and offered to help. Of course, I primly told them I wasn't allowed to talk to strangers, but I appreciated their gesture all the same.
Seriously, though. There are a lot of good people out there.
Also, a lot of bewildering specimens.
Because the next day, when I took my car in to be examined by the professionals, I visited with a lovely older gentleman who was also waiting for a repair. He was wearing a veteran's jacket, so of course I not only adored him but also felt a great deal of respect. While we were engaged in a lively chat, he happened to mention having children of my own age, so I made a comment to that effect. Then he leaned over to another fellow who was on the peripheral edge of our conversation and said something about how he would like to be my daddy--nudge, nudge, wink, wink--and then they burst into this awful, pervy laughter like it was the funniest thing they'd heard since Abbott and Costello.
I don't know. In a way it was kind of funny...funny to think how my page and his page were two such very different pages. But in a way I was also kind of bummed...bummed because my impression of him as a dear little old man just took a karate chop to the solar plexus.
I recognize my own implication in the matter, by the way. For the life of me I can't seem to resist thinking of little old men as something cute and harmless as a teddy bear sitting on one's bed.
Oh well. I persist in adoring them--it makes me happier to do so. I don't care if they shock the living daylights out of me from time to time.
Anyway...enough about dear little old men. Let's wind this thing up with a wish for a lovely weekend and a game of hypothetical situations (oh, please play along!):
1. What would you rather have--a mesmerizing singing voice, or the ability to speak ten languages of your choice?
2. Would you rather have at the snap of a finger--the ability to produce the most scrumptious meal or the ability to render your surroundings utterly clean?
3. Would you like to breathe underwater or be able to see for miles?
4. Would you like to be able to throw a killer, missile-guided football pass or be a fearless, no-splash, champion diver?
5. Would you rather have a magic pebble that allowed you unlimited instant travel anywhere on this planet or a pebble that allowed you the ability to go back in time?
6. If you could spend the day with anyone who presently lives on this earth, who would it be?
7. If you could spend the day with anyone who has ever lived on this earth, who would it be?
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p.s. there is still time to enter the giveaway! I will draw and announce the winner on Monday...
