I give up. It is nearly 8 pm and I have no post that is worth your time. I have, however, agreed to “participate” in this, NaBloPoMoYoYo, blog a day thing.
*sigh*
BoBo, dressed in his Simpson’s PJs, is playing his music and driving me batty. I can’t think, so how can I blog?! I told him to turn it down. He began his irritated teen routine. That was when I pulled out one of the many lines he has been chiding all evening long.
“BoBo, don’t play a HATE”, I said. *smile*
He looked my way, “Play a PARTICIPATE”, he shot back to me with a smile.
“What does it mean,” you ask.
I honestly don’t know exactly. BoBo is a teen so it could mean just about anything. He made it up – perhaps just to annoy me, or make me think he is cute when I am trying to say “NO.”
I was at a loss for anything to write about, today. Please “don’t play a HATE”; be glad that I am still trying to “play a PARTICIPATE.”
Tomorrow, I’ll have something better for you.
That’s good, Mom. But it’s “playa”.c’mon mayne u gots to get it write. you never wrote bout baaalllliiiin.It’s only the sickest word ever. Good blog though. especially cause its about me
Love,
Conor
You guys crack me up. We cut our favorite bloggers some slack during the NoMo month.