I live and die by my lists. I make them every morning, and use them like a religious zealot. And while there are not many things about which I am obsessive or anal retentive, when it comes to my lists, I am both. I need clean paper and good pens. In a pinch, I'll go for a very sharp Ticonderoga pencil, but I'm bound to feel just a little resentment that I can't find one of my fine point pilots.
I don't need much. Clean paper. Good pens.
So when I sat down this morning to make my list, and found my nice new pad of yellow legal paper had been hijacked by a 5 year old, I was displeased. Here is what I discovered:
And it went on and on and on. Every. Single. Page. Of a brand new yellow legal pad.
Stupid creativity. This is what happens when I don't let her watch TV. I won't make THAT mistake twice.
* * *
*True confession: it was not that long ago that I had to turn to my teenager to find out what SMH means. Here, for the also clueless among us, is the translation: Shaking My Head.
*True confession: it was not that long ago that I had to turn to my teenager to find out what SMH means. Here, for the also clueless among us, is the translation: Shaking My Head.
6 comments:
thank you for the smh description, was feeling doltish. and please, get that kid back on tv... good pens and clean paper are sacrosanct. :)
i love you. so funny. try hiding your paper under your pillow!
at least they were all smiling at you....
Thanks for explaining SMH! And, apparently, I draw at a 5-year-old level.
All of her drawings were smiling. That can't be a bad thing.
Add to list: Berate 5 year old.
Post a Comment