Moody

The other day, the Howler informed me, "I think I'm going to start having mood swings."

REALLY?!

"Soon, like a YEAR AGO?" I asked.

We both laughed.

Just Her

I love having a daughter. I really do.

BUT.

She's so WTF weird.

Really.

Tonight, I was reading, minding my own business, and I hear My Sweetie yelling for the Howler. He's in the kitchen, and she's where ever it is she is.

The words I can hear are "freezer" and "socks"

I don't want to know, and am very very glad I am in the basement.

Now, we spent the better part of this past spring finding all sorts of odd Howlerphernialia in the freezer. After finally spazzing out about it (at one point all the dishtowels in the house had been drenched and placed in the freezer. Considering that they were NOT frozen in a huge lump, it was obvious that it had been an entire day's mission to get them all in there and frozen.)

My Sweetie comes down to the basement and asks me if I could hear any of "that." I start laughing. He starts laughing.

We spend a few minutes saying, "that's your side of the family" and then come to the conclusion that this particular WTF is just her.

Just HER.