Afternoons are crazy in my house. Just after 2, Thing 2 will wake up screaming from her nap, if she went to sleep at all. If not, then I’ll usually rescue her from her evil crib at that time. Then we fight over what she should have for a snack. She always wants a cupcake. And I always say, “No cupcake!” At which point she collapses into a fit of sobs and tears. Eventually she’ll decide that she really does want the cheese/fruit/triscuits/other tasty wholesome snack, pick it up off the floor where’s she’s thrown it and eat it.
After that debacle, it’s usually time to go pick up Thing 1 from school and run an errand or two. Today we had to get some new tires for my truck. We went to Costco because I had some giftcards, plus you can get ice cream while you wait. Into the tire center. I know I need two at least, but think, “Hmm, do I really want to be back here in 3-6 months to replace the other two? Nope!” So I order up four new tires. The very polite service guy rattles of a price of eight hundred dollars and change. I’m not sure exactly, he lost me at eight hundred. Two new tires will be just fine thankyouverymuch. I tried not faint or choke or vomit as I forked over enough money to buy a plane ticket to Hawaii. Then I spent some time day dreaming about Hawaii.
Of course I was slammed back to reality when Thing 1 tipped over Thing 2’s stroller in the tire department at Costco.*
Thankfully there was no line, so it was only a 45 minute wait. We got some ice cream to share and I got a diet coke. I haven’t been buying it regularly any more, because I can’t find find a twelve pack for less than $5, and let’s face it: that’s extortion. I blissfully sipped my chemically caffeinated goodness while Things 1 & 2 raced to see who could eat more ice cream faster. Turns out Thing 1, although she paid for it dearly with a massive brain freeze that I refused to listen to her whine about.
New tires, sugared up children, and a broke Jenny headed home. I opened up my laptop and tweetdeck, trying to ignore the cacophony of, “I don’t want to do my homework!!!” and “Cupcake!” surrounding me. And I saw avatar pics of terminator sheep with glowing red eyes. And lots of tweets with the hashtag #demonsheep.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
So I tweeted: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot is with the #demonsheep??
And I was immediately rewarded with links. I love Twitter. It satisfies my impatient nature.
The evil terminator demon sheep appear in an ad for Carly Fiorina, a sometimes fiscally conservative running for the republican nod to run against Senator Please-Don’t-Call-Me-Ma’am-Boxer in California. The ad slams an even more liberal republican than herself, Tom Campbell. And for some reason, it’s filled with demon sheep.
It made my whole day.
*No toddlers were harmed in the making of this post. Unless you consider cupcake denial to be harmful. In which case, it was torturous.
