In the end, it doesn't matter, because I am not going to waste this opportunity!! In fact, I have future ideas spinning in my head!
But before I get ahead of myself, let me set the stage.
Thursday was my son, David's, 21st birthday. In honor of the special day, we took the family out to David's favorite restaurant for dinner. His girlfriend, Britany, joined us. For some reason, when all the family gathers, it is "let's make fun of Mom" time. It never fails, and that night was no different. The subject of ridicule that night involved my childhood life-size doll. (Those of you on Facebook may recall the pictures I uploaded of the doll, dressed in Hayley's clothing. I took a cute picture of both my "girls".)
Well, my children - and husband - proceeded to tell me how creepy the doll was. Apparently my children have been scarred for life by this doll. They proceeded to tell me that they had friends who wouldn't come over to our house because of that doll! And David informed me that when his friends would spend the night, he would set the doll up, with a plastic gun in her hands, so that upon awakening they would open their eyes to a doll standing in front of their face with a gun trained upon them! (Who knows what other mis-treatment my poor doll endured!! And they blame ME for their friends not coming back????)
Last night, while laying in bed with my husband, an idea so wondrous entered my head! I shared it with Wayne and we both about split a gut laughing. I love ideas that make me burst out laughing hours later as I ponder them.
Now let me show you a picture of my son's room. I warn you, he is what I call - a pile person. You've been warned!
Yes, that is the permanent state of his bed. And he sleeps among clean clothes, boxes, bags, whatever he has piled upon that bed.
Now, take a look at his bed again!
So am I a terrible mother?
5 comments:
I can't wait to hear your comments!
Really? Do you think I am surprised? Your sadistic streak continues through your adult life. That damn doll scared the hell out of me in our 200 year old house with the walk in closet and there was Annie Moe..... staring back at me. You and mom were the only 2 people that saw anything endearing about that. I never made a stink about it because I knew that would only entice the tormenting. But I never hung out in that damn closet. I was afraid crazy Annie would be in there stirring up something from your easy bake oven.
The joke will be on you if David discovers it as a sexual object. You will never look at Annie the same way.
Sick Sick woman.
Paula,
Your anonymous comment doesn't fool anyone.
You brought back such warm memories of our Nicollet house.
And you remember my easy-bake oven!!!
Love the Annie Moe reference. I'd forgotten that name too!!
You were always so much fun at our seances!!! Fond memories!!
Susan! YOU take the cake for the worst mother of the year award!!
Tell David, no wait- I will tell him myself-
I will PAY for his therapy sessions to get over this one!
OMG! Only you could think of such a horrible, fascinating, creepy yet, albeit, hilarious joke to play! Sure makes Paula's shampoo bottle saga dull in comparison!
Altho- I bet her shampoo bottle still lives in it's rightful spot! I doubt the doll will make it too much longer!
You are the best! My hat's off to you!
I personally think it is hilarious and want to hear the results of the experiment. Does it make you a terrible mother? Nah, our kids are more resilient than that! Plus with all the stuff that they make us endure, they probably deserve it! Kudos to you!
p.s. Did I miss the shampoo story or was it just too long ago?
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