I learned from yesterday's comments that my experiences with chewing gum aren't unique...Fawndear's takes the cake though. I'm laying bets that whoever invented chewing gum wasn't a mom. Or anyone who cleans up after other people.
Upstairs a battle has broken out between three brothers, one who is being the World's Biggest Whiny Baby, one who is irritated by the WBWB and screaming at him like Chef Ramsay on prime time television, and one who is wisely siding with the bigger and older brother of the two. That Mr. B, he's diplomatic because he really wants to play Hotel for Dinosaurs. And now? Now I am typing this with WBWB's ear piercing screams in my left ear while he exudes all nature of facial slobber from his eyes, mouth and nose. While Chef Ramsay Jr. continues his verbal tirade of abuse from above. If you don't stop crying I'm going to punch you in the head! And people think Hell's Kitchen is just some contrived reality TV.
So it's in this moment that I think of the thousands of lucky bloggers descending on Blogher this weekend and a bunch of my "real life" girlfriends who are headed to the Twin Cities for a weekend of urban frolicking. But I'm not complaining. I wouldn't have anything to wear anyway. Fun, like art, is subjective anyway, right?