My answer to everything lately has been “Because I’m 5″. At least I’m getting younger.
The 12 or so year old neighbor girl pissed me off (also known as hurt my feelings a little bit) a couple of weeks ago and because I’m 5 I opened the door and told her she could stop cutting through my yard. Loudly.
Her mother caught me outside yesterday and insisted on (trust me, I tried to get away) talking to me about us moving. Because I’m 5 I told her what her daughter had done and also told her that I yelled at her kid because I’m 5. Her daughter told her it wasn’t her, but I set mom straight. Really, I was to the point that I could’ve let it all go (I had to work hard at that because I can hold a grudge, even against a tween *sigh*) but then something else happened and it got me going again so tattle on the kid I did. Because I’m 5.
Someone came back for a 2nd look at the house and I got my hopes up because I’m 5. I also bought more decorating magazines (I had to go somewhere while people were looking at the house and Borders is where I happened to land) than I needed to but I’m sure a 5 year old couldn’t afford what I spent. Thinking positive by planning on decorating the next house, see? I also bought knitting magazines. I got an email from Borders this morning saying that because I’d spent so freaking much in the month of March (Hi, it’s only the 4th) that I get a 10% off shopping day. I could’ve used that before I spent that much money on mags. Now I have to buy more. Bummer.
Same people came back again today without their kids (3rd times a charm? Please!) and I did a happy dance because I’m 5. (First day was mom and small children. Second day was to bring the hubby to look.) I’ve probably jinxed any chance of an offer with the happy dance. Add the magazine overload and I’m double jinxed. Then I will cry because I’m 5.
I’m bored with the blanket. I’m sure it’s because I’m 5. Play with a toy for a little bit and get bored.
I could go on with more because I’m 5 stories but I think I’ve bored you enough for today.
March 5th, 2007 at 2:53 am
Can I borrow that? Please?? That is about the most perfect reasoning ever.
March 5th, 2007 at 7:47 am
If you come to my place.. you can have a play date. We have cool pirate ships and an entire island set up in the living room.. and we’re all 5 too here. Hee hee!
March 5th, 2007 at 8:09 am
Thank you for the giggle snort. I have been dealing with a sick man all weekend and ‘because I’m 5,’ I wanna whine now - “When is it my turn?”
Keeping my fingers crossed on the lookers at your house (what am I saying?). Sigh.
March 5th, 2007 at 9:41 am
Oh, I hope this family does work out for you! (But that means it won’t work out for me, but we’ve talked about that before!) Did the mom finally believe what you told her about her daughter? I’m sure your next neighbors will be much better!
March 5th, 2007 at 10:50 am
Dude, you reminded me of the mountain bike ride excursion I took when we went on our cruise to Alaska a couple of years ago. Most of us were grown-ups, but there was a girl who was about 10 or 11 there too, and she always had to try to zoom ahead of the adults. In an incredible “because I’m five” moment, I HAD to race her to the stop at the end of the ride.
And I won too. Neener neener, little GIRL.
I think you’ve given Blogistan a new phrase/excuse.
And good luck on the house! Not that we want you to leave…
March 5th, 2007 at 12:11 pm
You know - sometimes I think the 5-year olds have it right. They know what they want out of life and are NOT afraid to ask for, even demand it. I think we all wuss out too much under guise of being “polite” or “adult.” Embrace your “Because I’m 5″ - you’ll never get what you want out of life unless you stand up and demand it!
March 5th, 2007 at 12:49 pm
I’m with AmyDe - embrace the 5! Fingers crossed you get a buyer soon, too.