Who is ready for the weekend?
*raises both hands*
I’m always ready for the weekend, but September weekends are especially welcome.
This lady nails why September is the Worst and does so in a funny and relatable way. Since I’ve been
completely serious halfway joking that I’m dying a slow death by homework, I appreciated her take on things.
On our train ride home from school recently, my 6-year-old was reading aloud the advertisements inside the train car. He got to this particular ad.
It’s an important message. There’s no doubt about that.
6-year-old: We’re. All. Made. Of. The. Same Stuff.
Me: Good job, buddy.
6-year-old: (still pointing to the words) Say. No. To. RAISINS. On. Board.
6-year-old: What’s wrong with raisins?
Needless to say, everyone around us was chuckling.
Target is probably the #1 thing I’ve missed while living in Ireland. After my friends and family, of course. Only a shallow, materialistic, immature person would miss a store that has everything I never needed, but always wanted more than their own family. No sir, I am not that person.
Reading about some guy documenting his first week working at Target had me laughing out loud on the train. This is something a passenger riding by themselves does not do, but it was well worth the odd looks I received. I love that this guy saw the humor in a job many would consider mundane. And for the record, none of the people in his observations were me.
I’ve been missing my piano terribly, so I decided to learn how to play the guitar.
Makes sense, right?
If I recall correctly, I remember crying while learning the piano because I didn’t want to practice. I now feel like crying while learning the guitar because I am practicing and my fingertips are so tender.
So basically, with all the crying, I think I’m on track to learn this thing.
After getting the guitar, my 6-year-old says this to me, in all seriousness…
6-year-old: Mom. You can hold the guitar by this skinny part (pointing to the neck).
Me: Oh, yeah? Do you think that’s a good idea?
6-year-old: Well, you can hold it there, but you shouldn’t hold it over your head and then swing it and bang it on the ground. That could break the guitar.
Me: How did..? Wait…where did you learn…?
6-year-old: (pretends he doesn’t hear me as he head bangs to an imaginary rock song)
I hope you found some humor in your week too! Have a happy weekend!