So we're cleaning the kitchen...

Froglet: Citrus tea, breakfast tea...
Me: How many of these do we have?
Froglet: I don't know. Raspberry tea, peppermint tea, peach-ginger tea, oh look! EMPTEA! Look! *shows empty box, beams*
Me: ... I thought you hated puns, my love?
Froglet: *slumps* I do. I do I do I do ARGH I HATE MY LIIIIIFE
Ah, the drama of being seventeen.
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… OK . I don’t think we need to fear the

… OK . I don’t think we need to fear the pigeons anymore.

On the other hand, Husband gave me the fright of a lifetime when I found him perched on our bathtub, in his underwear, with his head out the window.

Me: AAAAAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Him: checking for pigeons, why?

Our car hasn’t been this clean for months.\o/

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So we're cleaning the kitchen...

Froglet: Citrus tea, breakfast tea...
Me: How many of these do we have?
Froglet: I don't know. Raspberry tea, peppermint tea, peach-ginger tea, oh look! EMPTEA! Look! *shows empty box, beams*
Me: ... I thought you hated puns, my love?
Froglet: *slumps* I do. I do I do I do ARGH I HATE MY LIIIIIFE
Ah, the drama of being seventeen.
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… OK . I don’t think we need to fear the

… OK . I don’t think we need to fear the pigeons anymore.

On the other hand, Husband gave me the fright of a lifetime when I found him perched on our bathtub, in his underwear, with his head out the window.

Me: AAAAAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING.

Him: checking for pigeons, why?

Our car hasn’t been this clean for months.\o/

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Time flies

Froglet is, indeed, seventeen now. When I first started writing on livejournal, she still had all her baby teeth. And now her wisdom teeth are growing in and she is learning how to drive a car.

Time flies,

 This, by the way, is one of the reasons why I am so nervous about people running in the streets at 4 am in the morning and potentially getting hit by a car - I spend a lot of time sitting next to a seventeen-year-old and yelling things like “Very close. You’re VERY CLOSE. THAT’S TOO CLOSE DAMMIT!* and holding onto the chicken stick for dear life. 

Last time she backed out of a parking space, about a week ago, I got a really urgent text message from a friend and since she was doing about .2 miles an hour and it WAS an emergency, I left her to her own devices for a second to reply (Yeah, I won’t do THAT again). When I looked up she was so close to the car next to us that I panicked. 

Me: FROGLET STOP! 

Her: what?

Me: you’re way too close to that car, honey

Her: OMG! OMG! DID I TOUCH IT? 

Me, *very calmly* I don’t think so. Not yet. But you have to do exactly as I say *guides Froglet out of the parking space*

Her: are you sure the car is okay? 

Me: Froglet. We would have felt it if we had touched it. Honestly. 

Her: Okay… *parks car in driveway* *get out* OH SHIT LOOK MUM! I TOLD YOU I HIT THE CAR! LOOK! *point at white trace on car*

Me: oh shit.

She  *touches trace on car with her finger, freezes in place* *smiles sadly and takes her best Dumbledore voice* Alas! Pigeon poop!  

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I am not quite sure why but while I CAN crosspost from Tumblr, all my entries arrive friends-locked on LJ. They're public on DW, which is what I want, and I have finally managed to entangle the whole "post with or without a picture" thing, but I only just realized that my last entries were f-locked.

I don't know, I thought my default posting was Public. Huh.

Time flies

Froglet is, indeed, seventeen now. When I first started writing on livejournal, she still had all her baby teeth. And now her wisdom teeth are growing in and she is learning how to drive a car.

Time flies,

 This, by the way, is one of the reasons why I am so nervous about people running in the streets at 4 am in the morning and potentially getting hit by a car - I spend a lot of time sitting next to a seventeen-year-old and yelling things like “Very close. You’re VERY CLOSE. THAT’S TOO CLOSE DAMMIT!* and holding onto the chicken stick for dear life. 

Last time she backed out of a parking space, about a week ago, I got a really urgent text message from a friend and since she was doing about .2 miles an hour and it WAS an emergency, I left her to her own devices for a second to reply (Yeah, I won’t do THAT again). When I looked up she was so close to the car next to us that I panicked. 

Me: FROGLET STOP! 

Her: what?

Me: you’re way too close to that car, honey

Her: OMG! OMG! DID I TOUCH IT? 

Me, *very calmly* I don’t think so. Not yet. But you have to do exactly as I say *guides Froglet out of the parking space*

Her: are you sure the car is okay? 

Me: Froglet. We would have felt it if we had touched it. Honestly. 

Her: Okay… *parks car in driveway* *get out* OH SHIT LOOK MUM! I TOLD YOU I HIT THE CAR! LOOK! *point at white trace on car*

Me: oh shit.

She  *touches trace on car with her finger, freezes in place* *smiles sadly and takes her best Dumbledore voice* Alas! Pigeon poop!  

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