Oh. And did I mention how particularly frustrating teenagers are, in general?
No?
Well I am now.
Yesterday, we bought Cool Dude (11) a long board for his birthday.
Short Story: O.E.O (my face is on the carpet I am so damn prostrate right now) wants one too. We look on e-bay. Dh, being the financial genius that he is, finds one for around $80.00. Apparently that's not good enough. O.E.O. mentions the cost.
Remember the Animaniacs? Katie Ka-BOOM? THAAAAT's ME! *twinkly smile*
TCWH: So you're telling me that if we get you one that's not the same price as CD's, it's not good enough?
O.E.O.(silent as only a teenager can be):...
Dh: Well?
O.E.O.:I don't want to answer that.
TCWH (this could get ugly. Avert your eyes if you don't want to see my less than nice side): What? WHAT?! You know how you keep saying that your Mom is broke? Well did it ever occur to you that your dad and I don't have jobs right now? We've been spending money like water, and you act like we owe it to you. We don't.
And then I turned on my heel and made the most dramatic soap opera exit ever. Stay tuned next week, when I grow two heads and my head rotates a full 180'. If you're lucky, I'll vomit up some putrid green concotion. Which, I might add, O.E.O told me I was not allowed to talk about at the table. Until I reminded him that two years ago he got in trouble for talking about poop. At the table. Because obviously, I am the ADULT in the situation.
Did I mention it's only the second day?
Hey! I was looking through links on blogs that I read and I stumbled upon yours and as I scanned through I saw a picture of you and then I read some of your stuff and saw your island spirit! I hear how you are doing through Katie, now I can read it. Your blog looks great and you look so happy! Unbelievable what a small world it is, eh? It's good to see you writing, you have so much to write about. Take care, good luck with your move and I'll be checking out your stories in the future...I'll be linking you to my blog as well.
Teenagers are rough, especially step kid ones, they also think that money grows on trees, tell him to go pick it off the money tree in the back yard if he wants it that bad. :)
one of my sisters played the money game. i never really did. i was always outside getting into trouble. but one of my sisters had that little calculator...... and would keep track.