Una Chica

Okay, so after losing our first game of the season this morning (football), we're in the car on the way home. I decide to stop off at a local diner and get us all one of their yummy pink lemonade/icee's. I order, I pay, we sit there waiting at the drive-through window. And D. starts beating me. Playing around, but boy does that kid have a mean slap! We're having our fun. He beats me, I beat him. We're square. We get our order and I have to drive home. I say not to mess with me because I could wreck and we could die. He tells me not to mess with him. I say no, it doesn't work that way. I beat him, he dies. It's better that he dies, rather than all of us. If I wreck. :D He laughs and says 'you best leave me alone, woman or else I'll put baby powder on my hands and pimp-slap you'. WTH. He explained what it meant and I laughed my butt off. Smarty pants.

I think I'm gonna start moving my posts from my site to my LJ tonight.

A Day in My Life
Breakfast - none

Lunch - Soup & Grilled Cheese (including live performer)

( Come and butter my toes? )

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( :: Sing to me, baby! :: )
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5.30p - 1st Soccer Practice ( Details - more changes this year )

It's chlly tonight, so D. & I stopped by the store for something hot to drink on our way home from practice. I was paying the clerk and D. starts singing that song, "I Love You This Much" by Jimmy Wayne. We love that song and we were goofing off (singing and dancing) while cooking grilled cheese sandwiches today. So he starts singing this song and tells me to sing with him. I said, "no, it's one thing to goof off at home. I'm not gonna sing in the store and be silly". Well, he turns to the clerk and says, "You should hear my mom sing. She has a weird voice!". What a punk. No more goofing around with him. LoL

Supper - Leftover Spaghetti