Bleh – I went down for the count earlier this week. Being sick is so unattractive. Today I had to join the real world again as we were out of food. My Son was beginning to panic.
Schools have been closed since noon Tuesday, delighting my Son and making my Daughter envious. Much to her disgust, college students are expected in school even when local high school students are allowed to stay home. Life isn’t fair. Duh.
Slacker envy has produced some hijinks around here. This morning my Daughter posted this sign on my Son’s bedroom door:
WILL HAVE REAL CONVERSATION
4 FOOD. PLEASE HELP, LOST MY
COMMUNICATION SKILLS DUE
My Son responded by telling his sister to “go play in traffic” which is really funny because she got hit by a U of MD police car yesterday.
I was lying on the couch, feeling miserable and thinking about dying, when the phone rang. The conversation was approximately this:
Daughter – “Mom, I just got hit by a car. What should I do?”
Me – “Um, are you alright? Can you drive the car?”
Daughter – “The car was parked. I was walking in the crosswalk with the light when the cop came zooming around the corner and bumped me. Then he told me he was in a hurry to get to court to prosecute a speeding ticket. I told him that hit and run would trump speeding.”
I finished having my quiet aneurism when I realized that she wasn’t hurt – just angry.
She spent a happy 45 minutes filing an accident report, making both the policeman that bumped her and his boss miserable (she called them Reno 911) and then proceeded to class.
All things being equal, I’d rather not have her hit by a car.
But – “go play in traffic” Hee.