Happy Friday! Raise your hand if you are soooo ready for the long weekend… yep, me too. It’s a dark, rainy morning here in Maryland. The older boys are off to school and the three-year-old is still asleep. Oh, that I were, too. Alas, I am working from home today, which is great because I don’t have to drive or Metro anywhere, but perilous because THERE ARE BEDS IN THIS HOUSE and they have magnetic properties that will pull a sistah in and not let her go. I might be better off packing up the laptop and heading over to Panera (no, they have pastries there). Maybe the public library. Yeah, that’s it.
Not to get all serious and stuff, especially on a Friday, but… Here are two stories I read this week that stuck with me. Need a diversion? Postponing finishing that spreadsheet or unloading the dishwasher? Coworker grabbed the newspaper from the lunchroom and now you’re eating in your office with only your computer screen to read? Then take a gander at these:
First, we have this riveting story about a severely neglected seven-year-old girl who was discovered in a filthy home. With her mother. It’s a story of nature versus complete lack of nurture. It will have you shaking your head and asking yourself how something like this could possibly happen. It will also make you believe in angels.
Next: Curt’s email to me simply said: This just in from the department of irony. It’s an obituary. And I’ll leave it at that.
Finally, as promised in the title, some random fluff, or maybe it should be called lint. Very. Juvenile. Lint. Kimberly of Petroville wrote yesterday about how her teenage daughter was living in fear of keeping sanitary supplies in her school locker, lest the boys confiscate and use the items for…. what, no one exactly knows, except to torture the easily-mortified girls. (If you know what they’re using them for, drop on over and leave a comment for Kimberly. Because inquiring minds want to know.) A blogger named Sue left a comment on that post, and included this link. I have never read Sue’s blog, but popped on over and learned that she has four kids, and we could probably totally bond on the whole laundry thing. I did click the link she left, and then, I giggled for at least ten minutes afterwards, thus making me no better than the seventh-grade boys at Kimberly’s daughter’s school. I guess living in a house full of boys is starting to affect me. (Or maybe I was always this way. Hard to say.) WARNING, this link is not at all graphic or naughty, but there are photos…
Have a great weekend y’all!