Thursday, January 24, 2008

I could pimp her out for an alarm system

So the other night I am making a quick dinner. Chops, baked beans, julienne potatos. Everything was cooking away and so I decided that things were ok and I turned to change the trash bag. As I had my hand buried in the bag moving things around to add a little more before taking it out, and as I was emptying coffee grounds into the bag, I hear this coming from the teenage daughter who was sitting at the island in the kitchen:

TD: Mom...Mom....Mom....Mom....(not Mom look, not Mom the pot is boiling over, not Mom you need to do something, no just Mom....Mom....Mom....)

Cheeky: (Ignoring the constant annoying tone of her voice as she says Mom....Mom....Mom....) I mean she sees that I am busy with my hands in coffee grounds why is she bugging me with her Mom.....Mom....Mom.....


So finally I look up at her with an irritated "What!?" and then she points....to the pot on the stove....that is boiling over with savory cheesey goodness. My hands are not ones that need to be near the food with out being washed first. I look at teenage daughter and say

Cheeky: "Well, take care of it"
TD: (with a blank look on her face) Well what do I do?

As the pot continues to boil over cheesey goodness. I quickly do a wipe of the hands and take care of the issue as the teenage daughter just looks on cause you know its just going to magically take care of itself as you sat there saying Mom.....Mom.....Mom....

Cheeky who is convinced that even though teenage daughter is a brunette I swear she has blonde roots. Singing a little Steve Miller Band.....

I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinnin'
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burnin' for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black panties with an angel's face

I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin' flame
Burnin' flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round

Labels: Teenage Daughter

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