So I finally get home from my team ride today and Ames was watching our neices. Riley who is 4 and Maggie who is 2. They are quite the little pair. I walk in the door and Amy is in the obligatory lapper chair, laptop that is for all you depraved fiends. The girls are "hiding" on thefloor behind her. I play along saying I can not see them, they start to giggle. So now I threaten them with tickling unless they come out and say hello. More giggling, so it is tickle time. Now keep in mind, that I have been listening, yes listening to MRN on the way home and I know their is only 10 laps to go in Daytona. The predicament is that Charlotte's Web is on TV. So I "ask" the girls if I may change the show, and they agree as long as I "fly" them.
No problem, 10 laps, 5 minutes a few lifts in the air. So I pick one up and quickly lift them in the air and set them on the coach, then I pick the other up. Well the little shavers realize I can not really turn them down, so it is like a little production line. Lift, set down, pick up, lift set down and on and on. As I set one down and pick up the other, the one I just set down is now waiting for round 2,3,15,37. All of this as I try diligently to watch the end of the race. Damn cautions keep the game going far too long. Finally I made both of them sit down on the coach with me and watch the last two laps. I coached the oldest, Riley, to make sure she tells Mommy & Daddy that she watched NASCAR with Uncle Mike this weekend. That out to be priceless. Like when I tought a two year old Riley to do the "hook 'em horns" fingers and raise her arm above her head and say "Rock and Roll". SHe actually walked around for a while with her fingers in the Hook em Horns position. Damn I'm a cool uncle.
Well now I am doing laundry, some Lilly work, Ebay listing and getting ready for a well needed shower.
Good eve, all.
Number 1 on the plate, number 1 in your hearts. Is this not fun?
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9 comments:
How do you get stuck doing laundry??? I'm not allowed to get within 10 feet of the washing machine. Lose a bet or something?
I do my stuff and she does hers. I have changed the color of some of Amy's undergarments before. I am not a big fan of seperating colors & whites.
He SUCKS at doing laundry. I go crazy when I find MY Harvard quality clothes jammed in the dryer with his 15 year old Molson duck long sleeved shirt that he got for answering a friggin trivia question at the Sierre Madre! Then he lets them sit there for days on end so they are wrinkled up like a freaking SHAR PEI! (those wrinkle dogs!)
These Lays chips suck too.
Quick, cue the violinist, the whine and cheese party is starting. Oh my mistake it already started with G to Freakin' gaybo H!
Whoa! Auntie Flow payin a visit or what??
No. She's not. This is how it is in the Hebe household.
I'm right.
He's wrong.
Period!(or not! hahahaha)
For the record:
1)Sorting clothes by color is a scam that the detergent companies started so they can sell more product.
2)If clothes are wrinkly in the dryer, just turn it back on for 10 minutes.
3) A hot dryer can get any wrinkle out of a shirt or pants. Irons really are not needed. I never use one.
Truer words were never spoken. Well said Fort James. Yet another one of those domestic chore scams.
I don't iron either.
But.......try this. Go buy a red shirt. Then......slap it in the washer with all your whites....t-shirts, tightie whities, socks, all that shit. Wash it on hot or warm, then throw them all in the dryer together. Voila- you now have pink socks, pink undies and pink t-shirts. If you wanted pink undergarments you would have bought them pink, not white, right???
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