Archive | February, 2009

The Influenza Chorus

27 Feb

Handel would be so appalled scornful proud. But come on, sing with me.

I’ll take the alto line.

Influenza! Influenza! Influenza!
Influenza! Influenza!

For hacking coughs and fev’rish aches reigneth.
Influenza! Influenza! Influenza! Influenza!

Tamiflu not potent with this straineth.
Influenza! Influenza! Influenza! Influenza!
Influenza! Influenza!

The snot-filled tissues now
Have become the decor of our home,
And of its floor, and of its couch;
And kids shall cough for ever and ever,
For ever and ever, forever and ever,

Cough of coughs, and hack of hacks,
Cough of coughs, and hack of hacks,
And hack of hacks,
And fevers reign,
And bodies ache forever and ever,
Cough of coughs, forever and ever,
And hack of hacks,
Influenza! Influenza
!

Regular posting to resume next week. Unless we die from the flu or I am struck by lightning for turning one of the most sacred musical works into an ode to snot.

Sarah Jessica, It’s So Exciting!!!

20 Feb

You are going to be in a “Chronicles of Narnia” sitcom spin-off, aren’t you! Squeeeeeeeal!

Sarah Jessica Parker

It’s a big leap from Carrie Bradshaw to  Mrs. Tumnus, the wife of the faun who first meets Lucy on her trip through the wardrobe, I know. But you are a great actress, you’re going to be fabulous! I can’t wait to see the hi-jinks!

Mr. Tumnus

Plus, you already have the shoes.

camel-boots

Boom Chicka… What? What?!?!?

18 Feb

Dear Parenting Experts,

So last night,  I came in from a late class to say goodnight to the children, already ensconced in  their pajamas and beds. Of course, the 11-year-old wanted to talk. Anything to escape actually going to sleep.

The cute  boy in class broke his wrist skateboarding.

She doesn’t remember how many pints are in a gallon.

Her dog’s ear feels weird. No really, feel it.

Eventually, to extricate myself, I said “OK, I love you and this is all very interesting, but I really have to go to the bathroom and you need to go to sleep.”

And as I walked out, she said, “Have fun *begin finger quoting* going to the bathroom. *end finger quoting*”

And then “Boom Chicka Wow Wow.”

I walked out, closed the door calmly, and went into shock in the hall.

Sweet Baby Moses in the bullrushes, what happened here? Seriously.

Because I think my daughter -  the one whose bedroom SHARES A WALL WITH MINE - just called me out on my excuse for leaving her room with finger quotes, and then punctuated it with the universal porn movie theme music.

Boom chicka wow wow, indeed.

First, she learned that from the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie. Thank you, Hollywood.

Second, what is the appropriate response to this?

  1. Get her in counseling.
  2. Get myself in counseling.
  3. Send her to boarding school.
  4. Start looking up soundproofing companies for the shared wall.
  5. Call the Room Store and order twin beds for the Master Bedroom and 75 sets of adult-sized footage pajamas because I am pretty much NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN UNTIL SHE GOES TO COLLEGE.

Sorry, I got a little traumatized. I am breathing in a paper bag right now. I’m leaning towards option 5 right now. But I would really like some feedback here. So Dr. Phil, James Dobson, William Sears, whoever — if you’re reading this and have some advice, leave it in the comments.

Sincerely,

The One in Footed Pajamas

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