Wendy is a Big Stupid Head

Really, she is. A really big STUPID Head. If you don't know, Mrs. STUPID HEAD has been at the beach all week. And she doesn't love me enough to get me a $26.00 T-Shirt. (You know the one.. You called me and teased me about it...)

The more things change, the more they remain the same. I am on my way to Water Aerobics tonight. (I am thinking this counts as a bath. I am multitasking...)

Just a random thought tonight to embarrass my child..

Maybe about a month after Mom, Zach sat me down on the couch and told me... "I am having a tough time. Between baseball and Bama, I just have had a hard time this year. But if you bought me a Mustang, I think I would feel better." [Realize he worked into this. And I mean worked. He started off with baseball (I didn't see a full game this year, he only hit 2 home runs, he hurt his arm...), and after he saw that wasn't going anywhere, he added what he thought would be the ultimate I am going to win reason... Bama]

I thought about it for a couple of minutes, and told him, "I just don't love you enough for a Mustang. Good try."

And then he smiled at me. I told him he almost had me for a couple of seconds until I realized I was being played. (And if anyone is going to get a Mustang, it would be me...)

Needless to say, I was in the Bad Mom house until he needed gas money.

Zach called Mom Bama. When Zach was little, we had Nana - Stan's Mom, the Little Grandma - our Grandma because she is little, and Bama. When Zach was born, I asked Mom what she wanted him to call her.. She said Pat. Somehow we worked into Bama. For about 2 seconds, Zach called her the Big Grandma (but this did not go over well).