all work and no play makes toni grunt and snort and pull sections out of her bagel so that it sits on her desk, smiling at her.
my hopes of reading chapter eight of solar energy thermal processes dissolved quickly last night as i set off to central square with john to the annex, where i met the creators of the magnificent shark banana, among the many other wonderful stuffed animals that have been in the window of PEARL the last month. these are kids with a bright and entertaining future, makes me jealous and somewhat sad.
we then hiked to the theater district to see robots, and realizing we were about an hour early, decided to hit up dunkin' donuts for some coffee and... well, donuts. to my shock and dismay, a family entered and this woman bought her two young and impressionable sons coffee. size medium. the thing was the size of the kid's head, and not only was it nearly 11:00 at night, but he couldn't have been more than four and a half feet tall. what!? who buys an eight year old coffee, late at night? honestly? i mean, aside from the massive caffine rush in the boy's bloodstream, which she is inevitably going to have to face on the car ride home, does she not realize that this WILL stunt his growth?
ok, ok. so maybe she really needed a coffee, but DD definitely offers orange juice, milk, and hot chocolate. there's no excuse for screwing with your child's development. he's at a fragile age, woman - get him some juice and put him to bed. can i also remind the jury that this is a THURSDAY night? and that he probably is asleep in social studies as we speak?
john suggested that we fight the proverbial 'man' and try to get the store to post signs warning of the dangers of coffee upon the growth of adolescents. who's with us?
in other news, i gave john a haircut and it looks fetching.
editted... i just put this here braid in my hair in a fit of procrastination. mmm.
my hopes of reading chapter eight of solar energy thermal processes dissolved quickly last night as i set off to central square with john to the annex, where i met the creators of the magnificent shark banana, among the many other wonderful stuffed animals that have been in the window of PEARL the last month. these are kids with a bright and entertaining future, makes me jealous and somewhat sad.
we then hiked to the theater district to see robots, and realizing we were about an hour early, decided to hit up dunkin' donuts for some coffee and... well, donuts. to my shock and dismay, a family entered and this woman bought her two young and impressionable sons coffee. size medium. the thing was the size of the kid's head, and not only was it nearly 11:00 at night, but he couldn't have been more than four and a half feet tall. what!? who buys an eight year old coffee, late at night? honestly? i mean, aside from the massive caffine rush in the boy's bloodstream, which she is inevitably going to have to face on the car ride home, does she not realize that this WILL stunt his growth?
ok, ok. so maybe she really needed a coffee, but DD definitely offers orange juice, milk, and hot chocolate. there's no excuse for screwing with your child's development. he's at a fragile age, woman - get him some juice and put him to bed. can i also remind the jury that this is a THURSDAY night? and that he probably is asleep in social studies as we speak?
john suggested that we fight the proverbial 'man' and try to get the store to post signs warning of the dangers of coffee upon the growth of adolescents. who's with us?
in other news, i gave john a haircut and it looks fetching.
editted... i just put this here braid in my hair in a fit of procrastination. mmm.
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tehwickedends:
I could call right now, Are you only online at your place not your parents?
boxing_helena:
i think i am going to attempt to do it myself, we will see how that goes. and a happy belated easter to you!