I left my children in front of the TV.
For good reasons. I was preparing four and a half pounds of ground meat for my stuffed cabbage. You see. Tomorrow I lose my kitchen to a remodel and I won't be able to sleep properly if my freezer isn't stocked with enough frozen meals to feed us through the insanity.
I was elbows deep in ground pork peering out the window lost in thought
not paying attention to the kids when I heard.
"Let's order it. What does it say?"
"I can read it."
"Read it Jay! What does it say?"
"What does it say? Let's order it!" Impatient Lola held onto the remote control.
"Grrrreat. Bbbbbiiig. Great Big...."
"Great Big, what Jay? Great Big what?"
"Great Big bbbbbbuuuu...."
And before the kid could proudly finish reading the Pay-Per-View title to his little sister out loud, I raced into the family room, hastily took a photo (because O.M.G the whole situation was hysterically disturbing) and turned it back to Wow Wow Wubbzy.
And now my camera has salmonella.
Guess who's calling Direct TV tomorrow and adding some parental controls? Wow wow OHmommzy. Because, yes. I am a prude. And now my Nikon is tainted.
Did you see this? I am humbled to be included with so many amazing bloggers as one of the community keynote speakers at BlogHer 2009. The diet starts tomorrow, for real this time. Now pinch me.