My NCAA Woes

After a long day at work,
I come home to relax with a little TV.
But alas I cannot,
For the room is filled with basketball "yippees."

I wake to a beautiful morn,
Enjoying the promises of a new day.
But instead I'm soon frustrated,
At my sons shouts of "hooray!"

Shall I explain to you,
How the Hub records them all?
And now every single game,
Is watched in my home all day long!

My shows are not even on,
And reruns aren't exactly my fave.
And it's not like we're getting family time,
Because Final Four is ALLLL the rave!

Can you tell that I'm growing angry,
And that I should really seek help?
Because if I have to watch one more stupid game,
I may do something I cannot help.

*yes, I rhymed help with help...get over it!*

Apparently this is Mase's week!

So Mase peed ALLLLL over the toilet and the bathroom floor...grrrrr.

I simply told the Hub to go and show the child how to control his "hose" more efficiently!

Mase was highly offended and told me, "It was my belt's fault! It wouldn't loosen and I couldn't get my thing-a-ma-bob over it!"

I've heard a lot of names for "it" but thing-a-ma-bob is a first for me.

Well, in all honesty...

...we haven't had a REALLY good post in a while, the kind that embarrass me to NO end, so I guess it was time for one. *sigh*

Mase: (in the primary room at church and out of NO where) Mom, remember when I walked in on you in the bathroom and you had hair down there around your private?

*pray for him please...he may not make it through the day*

Ripley's Believe It Or Not

The kids are on a Ripley's kick and checked out some kid books at the library.

Jase was showing me the heavily tattooed older woman and The Hub asked, "Maybe that's a shirt and not her skin."

Jase: No it's her skin with tattoos.
The Hub: How do you know?
Jase: See those lines...*points to the woman's cleavage*...shirts don't have those lines like that.

Believe it...or not.