David always brings me a cup of coffee in the morning before he leaves for work.
Isn’t he the nicest?
Anyways. I subtly hinted one day that I would like him to do this by whining explaining that it is just so hard to get up and get a cup of coffee in the morning. I want to wake up early and get things done, but the thought of actually walking to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee is more than my little soul can bear at such an hour.
Dramatic? Not at all.
So, this morning around 5:45am, he brought my coffee and off he went to work. Before taking a sip, I decided to visit the bathroom. And as a I looked out the window I saw the most horrendous site.
A pig was loose.
David was gone. It was before 6am. I have not had coffee. I am in my jammies.
And a pig was loose.
So, I went outside-looking fantastic I might add. Old jammie shorts and one of David’s old sweatshirts that has some sort of large game displayed on the front. I am also donning my large muck boots because that is what they are for.
And I chased that pig. He was naughty and ran all over the place.
I don’t like him.
I finally got him in after about 30 minutes and got to drink my coffee. Chasing after pigs before 6am with no coffee is no good. I do not recommend it.
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I just have to share this cute little mistake Handsome Dude made in his lessons yesterday.
That says “nuts,” not “huts.” He got a little carried away with his “n.” I know it was “nuts” because “nuts” was in his little word bank.
Word bank! My boy! He is so learned!
Anyways. I thought it was hilarious and he did not understand what was so funny. And I am certainly not arming my boys with the information that there is a different meaning for “nuts,” other than peanuts and the like. This is knowledge they need not know. Because, have you met my boys? Mmm-hmmm.
Happy Weekend!
You are wise to not let the boys in on the alternative meaning of the word “nuts”. Do males ever outgrow the “hilariousness” that is the word “nuts”? I’ve had to get rid of the nutcrackers in my Family and Consumer Science classroom, cause boys grade 6-12 can’t handle that term. And then there’s “balls” as in forming dough into balls, “whack” (as in a can of biscuits), and “beat” plus a whole slew of others that can’t be used without snickers. GGGRRRR How to tell them to grow up when you know their fathers would probably react the same way–not David, of course.
I actually quoted you the other day and without thinking about it, referred to you as “my friend”. And that is how I think of you–you make me laugh and that is the best kind of friend. Have a good weekend.
I don’t do mornings. Mike and I have an agreement that if I’m up in the night with the baby that he gets up with the kids first thing. Yesterday, Justas had other ideas. I was up with him at 5am. 2 hours later, Midas comes downstairs, walks up to me and puts his hand on my hand, looks sincerely into my eyes and says, “Well done for being up first Mummy. You’ve not done it before, have you?”
Huh.
Giggle…
lol…
Holla!!!!! That made my day.
You should have sent the pig to the neighbor who has the dog who is always getting out and coming to your property. That would’ve “learned her” to keep her animal chained up tight! 😉
Ha-best keep that little tidbit to yourself : ) Happy Mother’s Day to you!
Lordee your kids are getting big ! Growing up I mean not large.
Have you ever known an animal to pick a good time to get out? Nah.
I do not do mornings. I do not do dogs. I do not get dressed in mornings. Now I wake up to dog and the disgusting dog poo. All before coffee. I’m forced up, forced to get dressed and forced to pick up the poo. Reeeeeely starts my day off on a good note. Then when I do get coffee dog stares me down till I could scream. Actually I’d probably be in a better mood if I did scream. Do you have to pick up pig’s poo??????
Maybe you could have enticed the pig with her own cup of coffee???