Tuesday, July 27, 2010



I'm sitting here with a giant cup of rabbit poop ice, whilst sitting almost inside of my fireplace to keep from uncontrolled shiver and shake. It's called "trying to serve two masters" which we're told no man can do. But they've said nothing of women, and we all know how very...determined beautiful chicks can be. Are you saying I'm beautiful? Stop it. No, stop. I'm blushing. Gosh. (grin)

Anyway, speaking of determined, once again Jules is in the news. She declared recently that she's through with foofy. As in foofy dresses. And I won't lie...I'm a little bit ticked. But that's beside the point. This is about her, not me.

So I bought her a dress~sans foof. Almost killed me...in fact, I'm wheezing and trembling a little bit still~but she loved it and was tickled to wear it for church the next day. (See, I told you it was all about her.) However, the night before, she had showered and washed her hair and then lazied up on me. Couldn't bring herself to brush through her sopping tresses before going to bed, causing grief and pain the following morning when it was time to put her hair in curls. Think Medusa.

So I was forced to yank and wrench through her snarls, as only a mother can do, inducing weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth~mostly mine.

So she sits there silently sobbing, barely able to swallow past the choking lump in her throat and finally hoarsely whispers, "Are you mad at me for loving the dress?"

I stopped tugging for a moment to concentrate on rolling my eyes.

Can you say...melodramatic? Sha.

How about...overly emotional? Totally.

And here's another one...more perceptive than I give her credit for? Huh.

Maybe it is more about me than I realize.

I hate to admit it, but she may have seen my Freudian slip, as it peeked out from under my tweed gray dress.

I'll work on hiking that baby up.


T said...

no more foof? wahh...

and we have the Knot Fairy - the vindictive little witch comes around and ties my girls' hair into knots if they go to bed without combing it. at least then there is someone else to blame during the tugging and pulling episodes.

Cluttered Brain said...

You have the fireplace turnned on up there and U are sucking ice?
Turn down your air conditioning...lol.

it must be up too high.

Yeah, yeah we have the knot fairy around here too.

See Mom Smile said...

Ha! I don't get to curl or brush my girls hair anymore. But they do let me buy clothes for them. Go figure. I think women can totally serve two masters as long as one of them is caffeinated.

(my word verification is frikinn...Ha!)

The Martos Fudge said...

Oh how do I remember the days of the tuck and pulling, I think I have permanent lumps on my scalp from it. My mother learned very quickly that knots don't come around very short hair. So I had boy hair until I could care fore my own.SNIFF sniff

Garden of Egan said...

Oh I long for the days when I could comb my daughters hair and make her cry. Really.
It was one of the highlights of motherhood.
But alas, they grew up and moved out taking their hair with them.

Hope the rabbit poop didn't melt.