I have like 582 unread blog posts in my reader.
And 581.5 blog posts to write.
You guys are so patient when I keep asking for prayer and not having any real updates.
The last test was supposed to take 10-15 minutes.
TWO HOURS and 15 minutes later, we walked out with more questions than answers.
There is still a dumb stupid spot on the screen. It’s not supposed to be there and I’ve realized that the only thing worse than a confused radiologist, is a confused wife.
Stoopid “c” word. Don’t mess with us. We will
(and in true Once Upon A Miracle fashion… the above photo was taken .14 seconds before the signal reached my brain and my left hand jerked sideways and I started screaming, HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT OH SWEET ROCKIN HOTTIE MAGNUM DADDY THIS THING IS HOT!)
So I’m sticking to the funny. Or embarrassing. Or embarrassing to me and therefore probably funny to you.
The kid was happily clutching his Star Wars Lego set that he picked out with his chore money… so I decided to speed shop for a summer shirt.
Knowing I was already on borrowed time, I grabbed nine shirts in a matter of seconds and dashed toward the fitting rooms.
I kid you not. The employee made eye contact with me, spun on her heel, and walked off. Leaving me with a row of locked doors.
(And one bored husband waiting for his wife, who suddenly started paying attention to the scene).
Scene? I didn’t make a scene. Of course not. Who do you think I am?
Nevermind. Don’t answer that.
With a “shh” face to the not-so-bored-anymore husband, I whispered to Itty Bit. He looked at me incredulously.
And in two seconds flat, he had his face pressed to the floor trying to shimmy under the dressing room door.
People… it was six inches off the floor. He squeezed his precious little head in; then I thought it was going to be terrible, just terrible if his poor little butt got stuck.
But after he wriggled through and disappeared… I suddenly had an even more terrible thought.
WHAT IF SOME POOR HALF-DRESSED SUNBURNED PACIFIC NORTHWEST LADY WAS WRESTLING WITH A ZIPPER AND MY NINJA KID POPPED IN LIKE AN UNSTUCK CORK AND WAS STANDING THERE TELLING HER THAT HIS MOMMY SENT HIM..??!
The little stinker stood there and likely admired his reflection for a full 12 seconds before unlocking the door for his very worried momma.
He must have sensed my almost-freaked-out relief to see him in there alone. As I tore through the first three shirts in quick succession, he sweetly smiled up at me…
“Momma? You’re pretty”.
Awwww…. melt. Gimme a hug.
“Why are you fat?”
Now… I didn’t exactly hear the not-so-bored-waiting-husband snort, but I have a feeling he was enjoying the entertainment.
Do your kids ever give you blogworthy moments in public?