2. Men who volunteer to coach tee-ball to four years old kids are great. Those special few that provide specific feedback, foster a sense of sportsmanship, and demonstrate that hard work pays off are priceless.
3. If they could bottle the level of rage I feel when Owen wakes up Joel during nap time, thus ensuring that my writing/alone time becomes a half-ass list, we would no longer be dependent on foreign oil. Cars would run on rage. White-hot rage.
Fin.
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Just imagine how much fuel we could generate on Rage or Frustration with Husbands or Kids...
A good coach is priceless
You have my whole-heart agreement on number three.
Yep, #3. Too good!
And for the men, who coach our lovely children--who display NO attention span whatsoever--and do cartwheels as the ball rolls by...
how do these men not go bananas??
Oh you are damn right on #1. And with delicious bread to dip in the resulting sauce that comes from steaming them. My husband is the champion of this.
Now I know what I must have for dinner.
Oh, I am so with you on #3. So. With. You. I could spit nails when the twins are noisy when Peanut is asleep.
I've never had mussels. Things in shells intimidate my digestive system.
About the whole nap waking, no alone time, white-hot rage thing: ditto.
Love ya!
Mmm, I am not sure I am so fond of mussels, and I have no experience with little league coaches (actually Sam played once summer, and I have mercifully blocked most of it ouw), but #3? Hells yeah.
Omg....sorry nap waker uppers= rage I so remember that! Focus on yummy food and yummy volunteers!
Ok, when you figure out how to accomplish #3, let me know. I'd have an entire fleet of cars in my garage. As for #1, really???
Oh yum. Nobody in my family enjoys shellfish. I think I need to take myself out to dinner.
White hot rage - could have powered a small city this weekend.
Pretty much anything in wine and butter sauce with garlic sounds divine to me. Even just with a spoon.
Our chickens wake my baby up from her nap about twice a week. Good thing I don't have a gun.
You started with food and I think I caught something else about tball and rage...
Man I'm hungry
Nobody ought mess with naptime!
Add hormones to a normal rage, and the fuel would be free because of the sheer abundance of it.
Amen, sister. Between my oldest and his anger issues and my everyday state of rage we could power this house.
white hot rage.
i can imagine.
love that line.
but don't love that you had to feel it.
I have wanted to try #1 for a very long time.
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