
(and holding both speakers up to her ears).
At 7:55, I arrived back to pick them up (5 minutes early! Ha! I AM a good mother after all!), and Rufus came bounding out the door, looking like a squirrel on crack, and brandishing a half-full can of Big Red. You know that Big Red is loaded with Caffiene, right? What you also don't know is that my one success as a mother is that my kids don't drink Cokes of any sort unless they get them at other people's houses/parties. I am too cheap to keep them in my house.
Fatty to Boudreaux: "So what did you do for the last hour and a half?"
Boudreaux: "We watched most of the 'Mr. Magorium's' movie..." (you expect me to know how to spell that?!?)
Fatty to Rufus, who is partially foaming pink at the mouth: "And what did you do?"
Rufus: "Guzzled Big Red and chased women."
Boudreax: "That's his second Big Red, and I saw him wrestling some kid on the top bleacher."
Do you know why I don't go to a psychic? Because I don't want to know what's coming...
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