PLOT

So I overhear lil brother shout to his friend from the front door, "Just go to your house and wait! It's gonna take me a while to convince my mom to let you come in and play." Dammit.... There is always a plot underfoot over here at blither blather headquarters-not necessarily very subtle ones at that. ...And yes, I did eventually cave. So fine-put me on the pushover list.

Twice this evening I have gone searching and hollering through the 'hood for lil brother (I usually make big kid do the leg work...sigh....where is he when I need him?!? !@#$). NOTHING pisses me off more than looking for kids or dogs. Makes me wanna get out the belt and wear you OUT. Seriously-you better run and hide if you see me marching down the street in my fuzzy bathrobe, hair in a pony tail, shouting your name. So Mr B calls me in the middle of my meltdown about the disappearing kid, and I inform him that I am locking all the doors BECAUSE. I. AM. DONE. LOOKING. My cold, emotionless tone makes Mr B a lil nervous on lil brother's behalf, so he gets on his cell phone and VOILA! manages (from across town, mind you) to track down lil brother who is two houses down from me. Clearly my detective skills suck.... Anyhoo!... Mr B calls me back to let me know that lil brother will be home PRONTO (like getting a heads up is gonna save him NOW....), and I inform him that I MIGHT let him come in... OR. NOT.

Bottom line: lil brother has had his shower and teeth brushing and is now in his bed....AND NO TV!!!....all before 7:48 PM. Lil brother is meekly and respectfully grateful for escaping imminent death and torture from a mom who had clearly gone to the dark side.