Saw this on the way taking Nic to school and I had to stop and take a pic, lol. Be blessed!
So I had a dream last night: My credit card statement arrived with two lottery tickets inside. Does it mean that I need to win the lotto in order to pay them back? Lol!
Hmmm, I saw these on Willow Smith and could not stop laughing! Wow, the things we wear for fashion! Thanks Willow for the laugh!
My sister shared this story with me:
Yesterday she took my brother and Jazmine to the grocery store. Upon approaching the deli case, she asked Jazmine if she liked hot dogs. Jazmine replied, “Yeah, I do, but not the cheap ones.”
On my birthday I got to see my lovely niece Jazmine! I was soooooo happy–it really made my day. She told me she has been waiting for me to pick her up and asked if I had a “girl” room at my house for her. She is four years-old now.
Seeing Jazmine made me recall the hair tragedy. When it first happened I was highly distraught. I mean you just don’t cut a girl’s hair! I was far more traumatized than she was! In fact when she saw her bald fade, she could not stop laughing she was so amused with her new look! Now when I retell the story I am laughing right along. Especially when I describe the absurdity of the person who tried to GLUE her ponytails back on!!! As if I wouldn’t have known something was off!
The moral of the story is what seems like the worst thing that could have ever happened today can amuse you tomorrow. Besides, hair does grow back!
Narcotic~any of a class of substances that blunt the senses, as opium, morphine, belladonna, and alcohol, that in large quantities produce euphoria, stupor, or coma, that when used constantly can cause habituation or addiction, and that are used in medicine to relieve pain, cause sedation, and induce sleep.
Neurotic~Informal A person prone to excessive anxiety and emotional upset.
Today a student told me I was a “narcotic.” He wasn’t angry when he said it so I guess it wasn’t an insult. Maybe he meant I was a “neurotic.” Hmmm, I don’t know which one I’d rather be!
Yesterday my son’s 5th grade class had lunch at Benihana’s. They won this privilege after donating the most pounds of pasta to Second Helpings. I asked Nicholas about his experience. He told me how much he loved seeing the cool tricks performed by the chef.
Upon entering the restaurant, he noticed an advertisement for a beverage, a Lemon Mojito to be exact. Used to seeing Trader Joe’s (non-alcoholic) Sparkling Mojito in our fridge, he simply thought it was a lemon version of this same drink.
When it was Nicholas’ turn to order his beverage, “I’ll have a Lemon Mojito, please” he said. Amused I asked what he teacher thought about his premature request. She said “Well, I don’t think your quite old enough for that drink,” as she explained to him that it contained alcohol!
At least he said “please!”