No bugs of any kind were seen in the Mansion today. No red velvet ants that might be big crawdads or maybe just frogs. No spiders, breaking the chain of a spider a day that started last week. No reptile eggs were carted in by Farmer H, with an ulterior motive to force-feed HM a soft pink unhardened 'chicken' egg.
No excitement of any kind, actually. Same old Mansion. The #1 son has returned from his basketball camp, surly and mute and sleeping, though he declared five minutes before his arrival that he was 'not all that tired, really' in an attempt to force a night out at the new bowling alley with Basementia Buddy and her son.
Tonight's agenda includes a second viewing of Wipeout for The Pony. That's the TV show where people make idiots of themselves trying to get through an obstacle course of things like a ledge against a wall that has about a hundred boxing gloves that come out of holes to punch them in various anatomical parts. Or some giant red ball things they have to jump across or land in the water. The Pony wants me to watch with him.
It ain't I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here, but it will do.
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2 comments:
Obstacle courses are fun Mom :)
Cazzie!!!
Cazzie,
As long as I'm sitting on my butt watching, they're fun.
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