A Teenager by Any Other Name...
A teenager by any other name, wouldn't smell like such a stinker!! Why does God make them so tall and so strong? How can I fight this giant that lives to torment me? Sigh.
I'm a pretty friendly neighbour--especially when my friend Donna walks by. I always like to wave at her to show her I see her heading home after work. Yesterday Donna was all dressed in her office high heals with hair done to the max, as per the norm. Me? Oh, I was in a royal blue terry bathrobe, barefoot, and wearing a pink towelled turban--but that didn't stop me--Donna's my pal, and I only slipped out for a second.
"Hello Donna!" I waved from the front step with one hand, while holding my robe with the other.
'CLICK' ...silence
"K-WHA--? What was that click I just heard behind me?...BRENDAN!!! Unlock the door!!"
My teenager thinks it's humorous to see me standing in a terry turban on the front steps with shower smeared mascara marking my face. I looked like Edward Scissor hands mother an hour after she gave birth.
Argh teenagers! Can't live with them. Can't live without them. But a few more times--and that last part will change. :)
posted by Darlene @ 9:07 PM
11 Comments:
Ah, that's what you get for passing on a delightful sense of humour to your children!!
now THAT made me laugh...heard it gets quite cold up there around say November...:)
hmmmmmm....you could get the last laugh:):)
enjoy him,
someday someone will be locking him outside...and they will call you "grammy!"
have a great day...
thanks for the laugh to start my day:)
lori
Oh, that is so cruel.
Did Donna come to your rescue?
THAT IS FUNNY! reminds me of when i was house sitting for some friends of mine. they lived in a different town then i did.
innocently, i went out to take their yapping dog out for his morning "break" and CLICK! door slams behind me....leaving me in a scantily clad outfit at 6am! not good.
not only did i have to walk barefoot and barely clothed to the local gas station but i also remained that way forseveral hours until help could come find me. it was a moment of great humility.
i think the worst part in that moment was that i could see the freshlybrewed coffee that i had made prior to my "lock out" but could not drink it at all.
this is one reason why i will not ever own a dog. (just kidding)
shalom to you.
guinevere, Donna had just passed from my view when the door clicked. She didn't see me frantically pleading with Brendan to let me back in!
Lori, yes. It does get cold! He locked me in the garage once in December too. I had to trudge through the snow to get to the front door. He is quite the prankster!
This scenario is exactly why I keep my telling my three: "I really want to live long enough to see you have teenagers of your own. And when they pull this stuff, I'd better not see you being too harsh with them, either!"
Id carry a spare key on me at all times
sometimes you gotta try to beat them at their own silly games
Darlene, I can "see" that cute picture you must have made!
The teenage part....sorry, but there is more to come!
I used to say, "I will be so glad when they grow up!" Ahhem....they never grow up enough that we admit "they're grown". What I mean is, even though they turn 18...leave home for life beyond the nest...go to school...pursue careers...there will be MORE to PRAY about in the "after teen life".
So, enjoy the mild "click" of the door....(keep lots of cute baby pictures around too ---that helps!)
mwaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaaaaaa... i'm so sorry to giggle darlene, bu mine loves to do things like that too, i get my revenge by embarrassing him at school every now and then...
have you ever read "boobs, injuries & dr pepper"? she has torturing her children down to a fine art!
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