The Joke's on Me
A story about nonstop joking around. The way it should be.
We have too much fun here.
I had almost made it out the door this morning, before being caught and then I had to stay until she got on the school bus.
So my workday didn’t start until 8:30 am today and if you know me at all, then I am okay with that. Because instead of driving people to their crappy jobs or to the airport instead this morning went like this:
I asked her if she wanted toast. She didn’t, but as soon as I sat down with my toast then she hoovered my toast. I was toast.
Instead of getting ready for school, we grabbed my phone and shopped for houses on the market. Not that we’re ever moving because OMG you guys - the packing! but more to see how the heck the house around the corner sold for 500k. It’s a nice house, but not half a million nice.
By this time we are at OH SHIT YOU HAVE TO GET DRESSED when we looked up at the clock. It was just enough time for silly clothes day where she had a long sleeved PJ top under a t-shirt and then she had shorts on, another pair of pants and another pair of short on.
Somehow we managed to get teeth brushed and out the door and we still had time so we made a school bus path on the driveway with sidewalk chalk in the rain.
Finally, I waved my little charge off wearing her peppa pig raincoat.
After that BW said something how if I like living indoors I better get out there and work a bit so……drive, drive, drive - today was airport day. Airport rides usually result in a tip, but nobody tips any more because the rides cost too much now.
Let’s just say that today was not the most profitable day.
Home again, an dinner ready. We eat, and as promised - we would play doctor and I was the patient.
I’m not sure that I would trust this doctor as she diagnosed me with too much arm hair and I needed to be plucked.
Yes, plucked. Like a chicken.
She grabs her oversized tweezers from her play set and OWW! That Hurts!
She actually plucked me and I have to tell you that shit hurts more than you would think it would.
Of course, this was hilarious.
She tells me she just wants to do one more thing and then we’re done. She takes my temperature with her fake thermometer and then sees the real digital thermometer in the kitchen (yes, the kitchen, don’t judge us) and then does the lap and takes my temperature and mommy’s temperature and of course her temperature.
Then she goes to grab the dog’s tail and - I can’t believe I had this sentence come out of my mouth - I told her to not take the temperature of the dog’s butt.
She erupted in laughter She was laughing so hard and it was hilarious. Once all the silliness settled down I walked to the kitchen to do dishes and of course when nobody was paying that much attention to her…
She took the temperature of the dog’s butt. It’s data we didn’t need to have - but there ya go. There’s your laugh for today.
Speaking of laughter, I bought her a joke book because she was so enamored by the prank bookI thought this would be good as it’s the same publisher and format.
And after being told joke after joke after joke at bedtime I finally managed to leave her room while she was engrossed in reading in bed.
Hey, anything that encourages reading is okay by me.
Also that reminds me - our thermometer needs a good sanitizing.
Keeping it Silly,
TH and Co.