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Would That Be Peter Tork or Michael Nesmith?

I am INSANELY busy, so no Fight Back Friday post again this week.  I do, however, have an amusing anecdote to share with you.

We had The G Man last night; his mother has strep throat so we’re keeping him for a couple of days so she can rest and not pass it on to the baby.  After dinner last night, he wanted to “watch movie, Meema” and Meema was sick to death of Mickey’s Clubhouse and Little Einsteins, so I put Toy Story 3 in the DVD player.

Later, I updated my Facebook status:

“You haven’t lived until your 2 1/2 year old grandson runs into the kitchen while you’re doing dishes, screaming, ‘DEATH BY MONKIES! DEATH BY MONKIES!!!!'”

It wasn’t until this morning that I realized I’d misspelled “monkeys.”  So to all my Facebook friends, if you’re wondering if the remaining aging members of a certain 60s knock-off band are threatening us with chainsaws, the answer would be, “I just wish.”

Yes, I’m in dire need of some excitement in my life.

Have a lovely weekend, y’all.





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