Between Whoozyerkids, Whoozyerdaddy, Wheresmyhouse and pounds of flesh, watch me get siphoned like a gas tank without a lock...
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Whoozyerdaddy and I had a conversation almost entirely in spelling this evening. Whoozyerkid, who isn't even 4 yet, having heard and sponged the whole conversation said "Mom, you guys are being C-R-A-P-P-Y".
Mrs. Whoozyer lives with her husband, two young daughters and one rangy mutt in an SF Bay Area bedroom community. Said community is in the shadow of an oil refinery (which by night looks like the Emerald City of Doom). It cloaks the charm of said bedroom community rendering her hometown a "hidden gem". Mrs. Whoozyer spends most of her (very limited) free time thinking about work and how to get more work. Oh yeah--and raising kids.
This tome's about my experience. So if I offend you I will apologize in advance. I'll try to go easy; true identities and names have been withheld. However, your role in my life has been identified if you are the source of my extraordinary amusement/trouble. Most often the subject matter lives under my roof and can't yet read.