The pre-Christmas craziness has struck. And I'm not talking about presents and cards and all that. That can actually wait.
I'm talking about all the extra activities. Specifically, concerts. Here's what we're looking at, off the top of my head:
Tonight is the middle school concert; tomorrow is my singing group's family and friends concert; Saturday isn't just my birthday,* it's also my son's Freshman vocal concert; Sunday is his Freshman orchestra; next Tuesday he's playing with the middle school orchestra as the grand old man of cello.
This is of course in addition to the usual choir rehearsals, voice lessons, cello lessons, cello choir, plus dress rehearsals OMG do we have the concert clothes ready? Blah blah blah BLAH.
It's enough to drive me to drink. Luckily, I like to drink, so there's plenty to choose from, and I had already factored in some drinking time, so I'm not actually wasting any valuable concert time.
* You know I had to slip that one in, right?
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Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Sunday, December 21, 2008
The internet has kidnapped my son. And swapped him for someone else's son. And that might be the least of my problems.
OK, that was incomprehensible, wasn't it? All right. I'll come in again:
You know how you can catch things from the internet? Like say, Joke's kids are throwing up and the next thing you know, mine are?
(Or is it just me imagining things again?)
Well, maybe this is mere conspiracy theory and/or the bourbon talking, but today I came to a startling realization. My son is turning into one of blackbird's. It might not be too much to say that he has been kidnapped and replaced by one of hers.
Not only is his hair getting really long, not only is he scarily good at Guitar Hero and Rock Band, but now he wants to learn how to play the guitar. Like eldest.
And he asked for a video camera for Christmas. Like middle.
And he's developing quite the smart mouth, a la Youngest.
Will it stop here? I think not. Just today I was shopping for puffy coats on Bluefly. Which leads me to believe that I'm turning into blackbird.
Look, I know this sounds crazy, but if my husband starts to get taller, I'm calling the FBI.
You know how you can catch things from the internet? Like say, Joke's kids are throwing up and the next thing you know, mine are?
(Or is it just me imagining things again?)
Well, maybe this is mere conspiracy theory and/or the bourbon talking, but today I came to a startling realization. My son is turning into one of blackbird's. It might not be too much to say that he has been kidnapped and replaced by one of hers.
Not only is his hair getting really long, not only is he scarily good at Guitar Hero and Rock Band, but now he wants to learn how to play the guitar. Like eldest.
And he asked for a video camera for Christmas. Like middle.
And he's developing quite the smart mouth, a la Youngest.
Will it stop here? I think not. Just today I was shopping for puffy coats on Bluefly. Which leads me to believe that I'm turning into blackbird.
Look, I know this sounds crazy, but if my husband starts to get taller, I'm calling the FBI.
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