Cruel Wife told Hacker-Boy that he needed to get ready for bed.
His scowl, closed fists, set jaw, and head lowered – it was man language – I felt a need to translate for CW.
I said (sotto voce): “You bitch.”
She looked at me, shaking her head.
“You know that’s what he was thinking about you… he just didn’t have the words.”
Which gave us both a good hearty laugh because it’s true.
We’re not so old we don’t remember being kids ourselves.
While we’re on that topic… right hand to God, this was my pre-pre-bedtime-story discussion with Lemurita…
She was complaining about how pizza is ruined. She says “It tastes like garbage. Miss Obama really messed up our pizza.”
Of course she is referring to Michelle O’s crusade to decide what is best for our children, as if we couldn’t decide. And here.
I asked her “You do know why mom and I are conservative, right?” We’ll leave the concepts of conservative, libertarian, republicrats, liberal, commies (oops, already said liberal, didn’t I?), and the merits of each for when she’s older.
“What does that mean?”
“Well, for one thing – among many – it means that we believe that in this country we should have the right to choose what we do and don’t want to eat, that it isn’t up to our government to decide those things for us. We tell them what to do, not the other way around.”
She said “Well, I think if people are brave enough, they should write to the government and tell them they want our food back.”
“I agree absolutely, Lemurita, with one teensy exception. You know what that is?”
“No. What?” she asked.
“I believe that we should never have to be brave to exercise our rights. If you want to stand on the corner and shout out your opinion or go to the Mall in DC then you have that right because we live in a free country. A lot of people in the world don’t get to do that, but we do. It is just a matter of people getting off their butts and saying and doing things and voting. That’s why we vote, so we can pick the people we want to go to Washington who will do what we want, not – for example – the unelected wife of our President. Someday we may have a woman President and I’ll say for her husband what I say for the First Lady now – if you want to get involved in our government, run for office and get elected. Don’t assume because your spouse was elected that it makes you special.”
Lemurita said “She sure ruined our pizza.”
She may be nine, but she’s been given a priceless lesson by the Obamas, which is rule of the people is far less palatable than rule by the people.
The kids take lunches to school now. No way are we going to be a part of this ridiculous program.
Fox News is getting stupider by the day, I swear. They posted this pic with the caption:
Emmy Style: Hot or Not?
Seriously? This is the equivalent to saying:
Ribs: Hot or Not?
I mean, great googley moogley… just LOOK at them.
And here is a real live Public Safety Announcement from Lemur King (really really).
It was pointed out by my late mother-in-law, a chemist, that cooking the dish will not get rid of all the alcohol that you add to it for quite some time. I was curious and damned if she wasn’t absolutely right. So if you have a thing about exposure to ethanol in quantity, give it a think before you go tipping up a bottle of vino in your dish or flaming those pears with brandy.