Tonight, I WAS going to blog about the fact my kid might be a psychopath.
I WAS going to blog about the conversation we had after her swimming lesson when she said..
Miss M: ”Mummy. I have Ashley’s foot. But it’s ok.”
And the fact that my mind immediately exploded with thoughts of the sweet little boy at nursery a few months younger than her who goes by the name of ‘Ashley’. And how he might, possibly, maybe, be missing a few phalanges, a metatarsal or two, perhaps a cuneiform, and be blessed with the nickname of ’stumpy’ for the rest of his life.
And how she then said..
Miss M: ”It doesn’t hurt anymore Mummy.”
And I said, inside my head, “Oh my Bob what has she done?’
And she said:
Miss M: ”Because you put cream on my Ashley’s foot and it’s all better now.”
Me: Ahhhhhhh. ATHLETES foot you mean babe. Yes, it’s all better now.”
Sighhhhhhh.
So I was going to blog about that, but I’ve had such a sh*tty time with solicitors today that I’m not blogging about my kid being a psychopath anymore. Instead I will be blogging about the sale of our house which will be going through on Friday and which has been tainted by incompetent, uncaring, evil, non truth telling, lazy, inadequate, probably pinch babies when no one is looking, festering, repulsive, toadish and ungallant individuals who should be made to face the consequences of their actions.
Ok?
Good.
Ready?
They are gits.
June 30th, 2009 at 3:30 pm
Is that it?
“They are gits.”
Tsk. Tsk.
I expect better of you and the full rundown post haste!
I’ll bring the wine….
June 30th, 2009 at 5:21 pm
I think it’s a grand sum up, myself. Tombstone worthy, even. Although that has us going into the realms of the macabre again…
June 30th, 2009 at 7:41 pm
Ha! You had me worried, for Ashey that is, for a moment there…
June 30th, 2009 at 7:56 pm
LOL. At least you figured that one out
June 30th, 2009 at 8:26 pm
OK. I’ll give you a laff – my little one told me that he had a “sinister” on his hand today from playing too much swing ball tennis.
Blister.
Vaguely rhymes with blister, but I would never have know if he hadn’t shown me.
June 30th, 2009 at 11:44 pm
Let it all out, Jo. Better out than in, cough.
July 1st, 2009 at 12:16 am
Gits, all of them. Shout at them this Bosnian phrase (I’m spelling it how it sounds) – “Gloopi Dupi” which means Dumb Ass. I’m not making it up. And Gloopi Dupis they all are. May they live to face the consequences of the gitedness.
July 1st, 2009 at 2:33 am
Ashley’s foot – I like that.
Over here in France, there is a sports footwear chain called, I kid you not, The Athlete’s Foot. Perhaps they are in Britain too. But who on earth thought that was a good name for a shop?!
July 1st, 2009 at 4:43 am
Shakespeare got it right:
Hen VI part II
‘Let’s kill all the lawyers!’ (4.2.68)
July 1st, 2009 at 7:34 am
Gits. Brilliant! I refuse to refer to my ex by name. He is known as Git-Chops.
Deep breaths, in out, in out, and relax x
July 1st, 2009 at 8:21 am
It’s the worst part of selling a house. So sorry.
But at least you have entertaining progeny.
July 1st, 2009 at 9:35 am
Umm .. well, I assume you mean some bloodsucking barristers? My sister called the elevator the aligator …
July 1st, 2009 at 10:05 am
Ashley’s foot sounds so much better than Athlete’s foot, though, doesn’t it?
Sucks about the gits. They’ll get their payback… hopefully….
July 1st, 2009 at 8:17 pm
all will be well very soon… even the Ashleys foot….
hang in