I’m having computer woes. This is not fun, especially because I am not at all computer savvy and I have officially used up all of my knowledge on fixing the problem. I am enlisting re-enforcements, and will hopefully be up and running soon. In the meantime, I’m using other people’s computers, and my phone, hence the lack of blogging. But I had a few minutes on this beautiful afternoon and thought I’d give everyone a quick peek into our lives.
I was sitting on the couch this week with the girls. I didn’t used to sit down much at all, but my disproportionate belly has changed that. Resting is not an option anymore, it’s a requirement. So were sitting on the couch watching the Disney channel. Both girls are dividing their attention between the TV and the constant stream of text messages that keep ringing into their phones. Some kid on a commercial says “Is it possible for a human being to lick its own armpit?”
Not even two seconds go by and I hear Georgia say “Ewwwww. I just tasted my deodorant!” I turn to look at her beside me and notice that she still has her arm straight up in the air. Her face is wrinkled in disgust, almost as if she isn’t the one who just licked her own freaking armpit. Both Holly and I move away from her on the couch, and I tell her that she should never try drugs or drinking. Ever. I mean, this armpit licking thing was a sober decision. Can you imagine her on mind-altering substances?
Did I mention that Georgia is THIRTEEN? Or that she’s been a straight-A student all through middle school? Or that she’s president of the Student Council? Or that she can use Microsoft Excel better than I can?
Smart kid. No common sense.
