What The Hell Wednesday
Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to the linky below. Really, what the hell?
Elle
Why can’t I come with any WTHs? There has to be something that happened this past week to make me pause and say “What the Hell??”
Ah, I’ve got one now…It’s almost 10pm and I can’t hear anything besides my husband playing the drums in the basement. What The Hell??!! He is always surprised when I comment that they are loud and the kids are trying to sleep. He sincerely doesn’t think it’s that loud. Believe me, it’s loud!
Our neighbors had a huge snapping turtle in their backyard yesterday. We have no ponds or lakes nearby. What The Hell??!! Where did he come from? I’m still thinking he came from our other neighbor’s inground pool. I’m totally serious. Jimmy Hoffa could be in there and no one would find him. So a snapping turtle isn’t that much of a stretch.
Stacy
Today Thing 1 returned from an overnight camping trip through school. I got a phone call at 2pm from the School Nurse. The conversation went like this, “I have Thing 1 in my office today, his left eye is swollen, apparently he is having an allergic reaction to his allergies.” Hmmm, kind of redundant, but okay, this is the Nurse right? So I answer a few questions, yes he’s on medication, yes he took it today, no he doesn’t have prescription eye drops, yes I do give him over the counter one’s, no he doesn’t have any on him. So then she says, “You are going to come pick him up right?” I say, “Yeah at 3 pm”. That’s when she got an attitude and said, “OH”, but it was in a tone. What the Hell? It’s 2 pm right now, I am a half an hour away. The bus gets there by 215pm, he’s not bleeding, he can see, I don’t need to pick him up. She said (in her judgemental tone) “Well in that case you should speak to him”. He gets on the phone and the conversation goes like this….did you have fun? yeah. Your eyes are swollen?…..yep Okay want to take the bus now or have me pick you up at 3? You can pick me up. K, see you then. Bye. Was the “Tone” really necessary?
The other day when my son’s friend was sleeping over they were about to get ready for bed. I decided to make myself a drink. I took out my bottle of kahlua and my bottle of vanilla vodka and proceeded to make myself a drink. Thing 2 came over and said, “Is that beer?” I said no and tried to explain what it was. He then said, “Who drank that all? Did you drink that all? Will you die, because that’s a lot!” For the record I’ve had the bottles for probably 6 months now. I hardly ever have a drink because I’m too lazy to make myself one. So my friends son is sitting playing his DS and without skipping a beat he says, “you know they say a glass of wine before bed is beneficial?” I go and grab the milk to pour in and my son says, “You put milk in your wine?” I tried to explain it wasn’t wine, and he goes over to his friend and says, “Is your Mom drunk too?” What the Hell D.A.R.E.? What are you teaching my son? He doesn’t know what beer even looks like but thinks that one drink will make me a drunk!!
