You guys all owe Scott (found @ThisDaddys_blog and www.thisdaddysblog.net) a big fat gigantic thank you for finally getting me to publish something, since I’m sure you’re terribly sick of reading the same 80 some odd posts I’ve deemed acceptable for Chicks in the Mitt.
Or you might owe him a big fat gigantic F U, depending how you’re feeling when you get to the end of this post.
I posted on twitter today in a fit of desperation –
-which is really rather inconvenient for me because lately it’s felt like everything I’ve written has sucked, sucked, and sucked more.
Blog about kidney stones? Not as funny as the FRIENDS episode.
Blog about the twitter? It’s already been done by me a few times, and to be completely honest, I am mad at the twitter for allowing me to be funny in 140 characters, and unable to be funny in 500 some-odd words.
So then, what does one write about with the blog and the block and the lack of funny?
If only I had a small child who said such hilarious things that I could basically topple Bill Cosby’s Kids Say the Darnedest Things…
So, we’re at the Griffins game and there’s a very vocal guy sitting a few seats over from us that is just screaming bloody murder at the ice. I bet he and I could be friends.
Boo is watching the game but is totally distracted by this guy yelling. “Mommy, he’s loud.
“I know,” I tell him. “It’s okay. You know you can be loud at the hockey game.”
Boo proceeds to let out a shriek that ‘s rather reminiscint of a hungry pterodacytl.
“Not that loud,” I remind him. “We don’t need to break the sound barrier.
At that moment, the Griffins do something good and the very vocal guy lets out a cheer. “Griiiiiiiiiii-fffffffffons!”
“MOMMY.” Boo is very upset by this. “MOMMY, HE BROKE THE SOUND BARRIER.”
I shake my head, but Boo cannot be disuaded
“HE BROKE IT AND HE IS CHEERING FOR THE BAD GUYS.”
“No, buddy, he said ‘Griffins,’ he’s on our team-
“HE SAID GREEN ONES!”
At this point Boo leans around me to the guy. “YOU CHEER FOR THE GRIFFINS. WE ARE CHEERING FOR THE GRIFFINS!
I don’t know where he gets this super fandom from.
Oh, and also:
Boo: Mommy, what are you doing?
Me: Mommy forgot how to be funny, BooBoo
Boo: Don’t worry. When you grow up, you can be funny like me.
Well, thanks, Bud.
*The Red Wings scored a PPG as I was writing this blog. RELIEVED FACE HERE.
And seriously. No idea where my kid gets the hockey love from.