I'LL PEE MYSELF!
Last Friday evening, son #2 had a Middle School Band event. It was called A Ban-A-Thon. I'm relaying all of this to sons #1 and #3, as to why son #2 won't be home most of the evening. Son #3 says, "Band-A-Thong?" I say a...no? Then, #1 says yes, it's sponsored by Band Aid (tm) and Thongs. #3 ,Really? #1, No... stupid. #1, But.. I think that I'll wear mine when we go pick #2 up later. I say yeah...you do that. The twisted conversations that I have with Teenagers, and Tweenagers. I'll never understand that. I try to most of the time though.
Later that evening around 9:45 P.M, we all three leave to go pick up son #2, sons #1, #3, and I. As we drive to the Middle School, we have to pass the town Cemetery. Without saying anything to the other two boys, I noticed that the gates were still open. I thought to myself, "Wow that's strange, I thought that the gates were supposed to be closed at dusk?" It's a little bitty sort of a thing. Not too many people are burried there because, it is so small. In fact, the whole thing is one small U shape. Soon we manage to find son #2, then we all leave.
I'm telling the kids I'm as we drive home, "We're going to the Cemetery first."
"Are we really?" "No don't!" Yeah...whatever?" "Sure we are?" "Ok, let's go!" As we drive on, I can see one of the cemetery entrances. I go to pull in, then decided not to. After all, it is dark and it is raining. The boys convince me to go in, so I take the other entrance. We barely get through the gates when son #1 says "If anything jumps out at us, I sware I'll pee myself." In fear for our lives,I went drove through the cemetery pretty fast. It only took us about 2 minutes. Although, that was long enough for me.
As I go to make a left turn onto the main street, #1 grabs my arm from the passenger seat and yells "AAAHHH!" I scremed so loud, and nearly ran off of the road. Then, a furry of laughter errupted from the three boys. I say, "That was
not funny!" Yes it was, yes it was! "Ok, we're going home now!" We finally get to the interestion to turn back home, and I'll be damed if there wasn't a white hurse sitting waitng to go through the light on the other side. #1 says, "No way!" I say, yes it is, you're seeing what you think that yo're seeing. "What the heck?" I tell him that, "That's only only the freaky girl in town, who owns and drives the hurse, and who works at the vet."
Well by now, I have mad it an evenful evening. The kids have to go in and tell Dad the whole story. #1 says, "Dad, when's the last time you drove through a cemetery?" He gives #1 a funny look, then I have to expalin myself. He still thinks I'm a KooK, but he understands why I do things. It's to entertain the kids. Well, I need to go, be back soon!
Last Friday evening, son #2 had a Middle School Band event. It was called A Ban-A-Thon. I'm relaying all of this to sons #1 and #3, as to why son #2 won't be home most of the evening. Son #3 says, "Band-A-Thong?" I say a...no? Then, #1 says yes, it's sponsored by Band Aid (tm) and Thongs. #3 ,Really? #1, No... stupid. #1, But.. I think that I'll wear mine when we go pick #2 up later. I say yeah...you do that. The twisted conversations that I have with Teenagers, and Tweenagers. I'll never understand that. I try to most of the time though.
Later that evening around 9:45 P.M, we all three leave to go pick up son #2, sons #1, #3, and I. As we drive to the Middle School, we have to pass the town Cemetery. Without saying anything to the other two boys, I noticed that the gates were still open. I thought to myself, "Wow that's strange, I thought that the gates were supposed to be closed at dusk?" It's a little bitty sort of a thing. Not too many people are burried there because, it is so small. In fact, the whole thing is one small U shape. Soon we manage to find son #2, then we all leave.
I'm telling the kids I'm as we drive home, "We're going to the Cemetery first."
"Are we really?" "No don't!" Yeah...whatever?" "Sure we are?" "Ok, let's go!" As we drive on, I can see one of the cemetery entrances. I go to pull in, then decided not to. After all, it is dark and it is raining. The boys convince me to go in, so I take the other entrance. We barely get through the gates when son #1 says "If anything jumps out at us, I sware I'll pee myself." In fear for our lives,I went drove through the cemetery pretty fast. It only took us about 2 minutes. Although, that was long enough for me.
As I go to make a left turn onto the main street, #1 grabs my arm from the passenger seat and yells "AAAHHH!" I scremed so loud, and nearly ran off of the road. Then, a furry of laughter errupted from the three boys. I say, "That was
not funny!" Yes it was, yes it was! "Ok, we're going home now!" We finally get to the interestion to turn back home, and I'll be damed if there wasn't a white hurse sitting waitng to go through the light on the other side. #1 says, "No way!" I say, yes it is, you're seeing what you think that yo're seeing. "What the heck?" I tell him that, "That's only only the freaky girl in town, who owns and drives the hurse, and who works at the vet."
Well by now, I have mad it an evenful evening. The kids have to go in and tell Dad the whole story. #1 says, "Dad, when's the last time you drove through a cemetery?" He gives #1 a funny look, then I have to expalin myself. He still thinks I'm a KooK, but he understands why I do things. It's to entertain the kids. Well, I need to go, be back soon!
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